Damn, he made me feel so good… and if he could turn me on so much, just by holding my hand, imagine what—
“I’m going to treat you just like the princess you are,” David gazed deeply and solemnly into my eyes as he gently squeezed my hand. “I promise.”
Oh.
He was going to treat me like a princess. Uhh. Okay. That sounded good. That should make me like… super happy. This was literally everything that I wanted to hear, from the man I was longing to hear it from. Except for one tiny little detail.
Something told me that getting treated like a “princess” involved not getting fucked on the first date.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 19
DAVID
So,I might have Googled how many dates I should go on with a girl before sleeping with her.
I did it in incognito mode, so that shit wasn’t in my search history… but if there is someone in the government who has access to all my personal internet search history, they are probably laughing at me right now.
According to Google, it was three to ten dates.
Every time I had seen Avril, I got rock hard. I can’t get her out of my mind. No matter how many times I’ve desperately stroked myself to completion, all to the thought of Avril’s sweet smiles, it didn’t seem to do anything to lessen my need for her.
I had never felt like this before. It was like I was out of control, so crazy I hadn’t realized that I was losing my grip. Now it was too late—I was already gone.
What was it about Avril that made me lose my mind? My control? All I knew was that seeing other men around her made me see red. Tense and on the verge of throttling someone.
There’s just something about her.
There was something in her that a part of me recognized instantly. No matter how hard I tried to be in denial about it, from the first moment that I saw her, I knew.
She was the one.
I wanted to feel every inch of her skin, see if it was as buttery soft as it looked. As she wrapped her legs all the way around my hips.
I wanted Avril to sink her nails into my hair, yank on the roots until it burned. I wanted to feel her open for me.
But more than any of that, I needed for Avril to know that I was serious about her.
Looking at her might make every inch of my body hot, like I’m boiling, ready to blow. Every fiber of my being ached with the need to taste her, to dive into her.
But after all the time I spent fucking around at The Thirsty Pearl, letting other guys date her, when something in me had always known that Avril wasmygirl. All that time wasted, when I never should have let them anywhere near her…
It was done, I had screwed up. But now that I was going to turn this around, the last thing I wanted was for Avril to think that I was just using her as a fuck toy.
She wasn’t a situationship to me. She wasn’t just a pretty piece of ass for me to amuse myself with. I was going to show her that she meant something to me.
I didn’t care if it killed me—I was going to wait for her. As much as I wanted her, I had to let Avril know that I wanted her for more than just her body. I wasn’t going to have her worry if all I wanted was touseher… like I would fuck her then dump her like yesterday’s trash.
If it meant that I would have to wait, that was fine.
I had time.
I was going to do this right… help Avril feel secure, and let her know just how important she really was to me, so I could snap her up and keep her. Then I would never have to see another loser parading around inmybar, acting like they had any right to touchmywoman.
I needed to be gentle, and do this right. Avril was a delicate flower of a girl, and I needed to coax her and make sure that she felt comfortable around me.
Somehow I was going to make it to those three to ten dates. Even if it killed me, I’d get over it, and it would all be worth it.
