Page 21 of Sinful Touch

She takes in a deep breath.

“Why?”

“It’s complicated, I am complicated,” I tell her. If I had all the answers, I would tell her, but there are some things about myself that I don't even understand.

“Yes, you are, but so am I.” She says with confidence.

“You don't have to sign it right now. Just please think about it?"

She looks down at the contract and then back up at me. She leans in, her lips almost touching mine.

“Will you fuck me once I sign?” She asks in a low, desired voice.

Fuck, fuck, shit.

“That is a trick question, Darlin; normally, yes, but with you, I want it to be more than just fucking.” I confess to her. I have a feeling I will be the one confessing to her. It comes easy, way too fucking easy.

She nods and leans into me resting her head on my chest, I wrap my arm around her and rest my chin on her head.

I have never wanted this before, and I have a feeling even if she didn’t sign, I would give in to her. I wouldn’t be able to walk away,

Because I am in love with her.

12

Liliana

“Control” by Halsey

When I open my eyes, it is dark, really dark. I don't know when I fell asleep. The last thing I remember was Jax and me watching a movie while snuggling on the couch. I didn’t mean to fall asleep; I guess I was tired. Everything has been happening so fast, and it reminds me of the dark romances I read and write. Their love didn’t make any logical sense, and I feel Jax and I are starting to fall into that category.

Not only is he my professor, but the age gap between us makes us Taboo in itself.

I am 18, and he is 32. To me, it is not a big deal, but I know to others it would be. My mother would not approve, but then again, there is nothing about me that she does approve of.

I seem to always do something wrong, and I never seem to be able to do anything right.

My eyes slowly start to adjust to the darkness of the room. Facing me is Jaxon. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is steady. His dark hair has fallen into his face. I slowly look over his face, neck, and chest. His tattoos are showing now that he is no longer wearing his shirt.

His muscles are flexed as he gets taken away by deep sleep.

I have been tossing and turning, or at least that is what my body feels like it was doing. The contract is heavy on my mind. I have so many questions, and at the same time, I don't know if that makes any sense at all.

I trust him, but part of me is scared.

He said there were rules to follow, and once I read the contract, there were a lot of rules. I have had to follow my mother’s rules my whole life, and the thought of following more rules scares me.

I am trying to understand where he is coming from with the contract, but I don't know if I ever will understand fully, I want to.

I can tell it is important to him, something he needs from me, not just wants from me.

I want him. I am just scared that I am not what he really wants.

I have no experience with anything except for what I have done with him. He is used to women who know what they want, what they like and don't like. I don't. The only experience I have is from what I have read and written about sex.

I guess I am just scared of disappointing him.

I lean in and gently connect my lips to his, I pull back before I decide that I need more, which if I am being honest has already happened.

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