Page 136 of Remy

“It’s wrong. I don’t understand it.”

That makes two of us.

I shouldn’t be drawn to a woman like her. Shouldn’t be completely rattled by someone whose lithe body could be taken down by a rough gust of wind.

Her eyes turn pained. “The last thing we should have is chemistry.”

“Yet here we are.” Me with a raging hard-on, while her pebbled nipples press through the thin material of her camisole.

She stares and stares, unravelling me with each punishing pound of my pulse, her thoughts out of reach with the possibilities destroying me until she finally whispers, “My virginity isn’t a big deal.”

Fuck.

I grind my teeth. “It is to me.” I want to spell it out. To force her to understand. “I won’t make that memory with you.”

She stands her ground. “I’ve been penetrated before. Maybe not by a man, but with toys. Often. You wouldn’t hurt me.”

Jesus Christ. The image is an onslaught. Her naked body. Her needy whimpers.

“This isn’t about pain.” It’s about my fucked up childhood. About saving her from regret. About—shit.

Why do my reasons feel pathetic against the mesmerizing bat of those dark lashes?

I can’t withstand it.

I’m too fucking weak.

My hand gains a mind of its own, lowering from the door to sweep down to her hip.

She sucks in a breath, as if the contact came with a jolt of electricity.

“Then tell me what the problem is,” she rasps. “Tell me or I’m leaving.”

That shouldn’t be a threat. She’s already dealt with my injury. Her work here is done.

But those eyes… Those tempting lips… Her goddamn fucking curves…

What I wouldn’t give to grasp her chin and smash my mouth to hers.

“Tell me,” she whispers. “Please, Remy.”

My traitorous palm lowers to the hem of her tiny shorts, a lone finger sneaking a trail across her leg to her inner thigh. It’s a mindless movement. A drunken one. But God, does it feel good.

“The reason doesn’t matter.” I run slow circles along the heated skin of her inner thigh, infatuated with how her heavy breaths match each rotation.

It’s a simple touch.

The slightest fix for my addiction.

I’ll stop soon.

“They matter to me.” She squeezes her legs together, her eyes closing for brief seconds. “Especially when I want this.” She tilts her hips toward me, my fingers traveling farther toward heaven.

Blood surges in my veins.

My dick fucking throbs.

I need to tell her to leave. To run.

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