“And where is that? The place where you say you won’t have sex with me?” I meant for it to sound funny, but it came out anything but, judging by the cloudy look on his face.
“Yeah, I meant that, Alicia.”
“Well, we did have sex, and I’m still standing.” I spread my arms wide, and his eyes quickly scan my body from head to toes. His thick throat bobs when he swallows.
“That can’t happen again, Alicia. I’m sorry.”
“Why?” I shift my weight to one side, popping my hip as I cross my arms over my chest. His eyes take me in. For some absolutely unknown reason, this gorgeous, hot man finds my love handles sexy. And for some absolutely unknown reason, I’m not ashamed to show them to him.
For some completely incomprehensible reason, I’m relaxed enough that I don’t feel the need to hide under a pile of covers. In fact, Iwanthim to see me. I want to swing my hips as I leave the room, knowing he’ll be watching them. Knowing that the second his eyes land on my body, all he’ll want to do is take me.
I glance at his cock, and of course, it’s there, at full mast. I’ve never felt more like a woman than I do now. Two months ago, the idea of being in a similar situation would terrify the hell out of me, sending me running and hiding in my room for years, but now? Not if the man is Mark. If he’s in the room, I feel safe. His face represents safety. His body, protection. I can’t believe I’ve known the man for just a few weeks, and he’s become a part of me so fast.
“Because I’m not good for you.”
I roll my eyes. “Let me decide that. I’ll be back in a minute.” I leave him nude in the living room. I know if I invite him to shower with me again, there’s no way I’m ignoring the huge thing between his legs, and I’m too sore for it. Maybe the idea of impaling myself so fast wasn’t the smartest. I wince, a little shameful.
I snort as I turn the water on. I nearly freaked out and ran away, so instead, I ripped the bandage off in one go. I quietly chuckle as I remember his face when I did, his eyes full of shock and wonder and his mouth slightly ajar. It was a good look on him.
Talk about looks. While the water heats up, I look in the mirror. I have beard burns all over my face, and two hickeys are on proud display on my neck where he latched onto my skin. My belly clenches at the memory. I take a step closer to the mirror. My lips are so swollen and red, my eyes half closed and crazed. Damn, but it’s a good look on me too.
Feeling lighter than I have in years, I jump in the water and take another quick shower. After I’m done, I keep the water running so Mark doesn’t have to warm the water up again. I wrap another towel around my body and walk outside. “It’s all yours.”
He solemnly nods and disappears inside with a soft click of the door. I roll my eyes again, understanding the battle I’m about to face to convince him thathe’stoo good formeand not the other way around.
By the time he’s back, I’m waiting for him in the kitchen with two sandwiches. For some reason, every time I make something for him, he melts, and I’m not above using all my dirty little cards right now.
“Here.” I push the plate toward him.
As I predicted, his eyes soften, and he sits at the table, taking the sandwich. “Thank you.”
“Sure.” I prop my elbows on the table and lean toward him. “So?”
He starts chewing slower and quirks a brow.
“Can we do it again?”
He chokes on the poor sandwich and coughs. I walk to him and helpfully give him a few not-so-gentle pats on the back. “Better?” I ask when he’s finally done coughing and looks up at me.
“Again?” His brows draw together.
“Yes.”
“Why would you want to do it again? With me?” He blinks.
I blink back. I hate that he thinks so poorly of himself. “Who wouldn’t want to do it again?”
“Alicia.” He clears his throat. “I’m not a good match for you.”
“Who said anything about a match?” I curl my toes, losing patience. He doesn’t notice. “I haven’t had sex in years, and I feel safe with you. In fact, I didn’t even want to have sex, you know.”
“Sex and masturbation are different.”
“They are and they’re not.” I prop myself on his knees, and he stills. His arms hang awkwardly at his sides. “To tell you the truth, I haven’t touched myself since that night.”
“Never?” His brows shoot upward.
“Never. In fact, last night’s orgasm was the first for me. I honestly gave up ever having one again, and here you are.”
