Page 16 of Sinful Touch

“I know, but I needed to,” I say, trying to calm myself.

She shakes her head and gives me an irritated chuckle.

“You don't have to worry about me. I will be fine. You can go back to whoever you were with Jaxon,” She snaps with venom.

The fuck.

“Stop calling me that,” I snap back.

“You can go back to whoever you were with, Jax,” She says softer, but I can still hear the irritation in her voice.

I don't know where the fuck she got that I was with someone else, but I am going to correct her right now. What she thinks happened didn’t fucking happen.

I walk into her pinning her against me and the shower, I place my hands on either side of her head and lean in, her eyes never leave mine.

“You think I was with someone else?” I ask, needing her to tell me that is, in fact, what she is talking about. What the fuck does she think happened? She left my office, and I grabbed the first fucking woman to walk by and fucked them. I am fucked up, crazy, and maybe even a little unstable, but I would never fucking do that after what has happened between her and me.

She doesn’t respond, but I can see it in her eyes.

“I wasn’t Darlin, I promise,” I say softly, trying to put her anxiety at ease but I don't think it is working, from the look in her eyes she doesn’t fucking believe me, but I don't blame her. If she is a fan of me and my books she has probably heard all kinds of shit about me and women, and until her, it was all true, since her she has been the only one that has had my attention and the only one that will have my fucking attention.

“Promises mean nothing when they are empty,” She says so fucking low I can barely hear her.

“What the fuck does that mean?” I snap at her, feeling my control starting to fucking slip through my fingers.

She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. “Never mind.”

“Darlin, what the fuck does that mean, empty,” I ask again, on the edge of demanding her to tell me.

She takes in a deep shaky breath.

“It means I understand why you wouldn’t want to do anything with someone like me,” She confesses with confidence, so much fucking confidence.

“Someone like you,” I say softly, even the words leaving my mouth fucking sting.

“Yes, ugly, disgusting; I am not like other girls, I know that,” She says, more tears building up in her eyes.

I cup her face in my hand and lean into her more.

“Lil, please, you are none of those things,” I say to her, needing her to listen to me, for her to fucking believe me.

“Chad thinks so, and so does my mother,” she says with pain.

“They both can fuck off,” I snap. My blood starts to boil, even thinking about them saying that shit to her.

“You are wasting your time, I never even kissed someone until tonight,” She says, confessing a piece of her to me.

My heart races with her confession.

“You mean I was your first kiss?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says, looking into my eyes. I see shame and guilt in her eyes. All the pieces are starting to come together inside my mind.

She is looking at me like I should be disgusted with her confession, but I’m not, and I never will be. I am honored to be her first, and if I have it my way, I will be her fucking only.

“Have you ever been with a man Lil?” I ask calmly.

She shakes her.

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