Page 76 of Need Him Like Oxygen

“I didn’t realize your mom…”

“Had a habit of taking handfuls of pills to escape reality?” he filled in. “Yeah, no one does.”

“Did you get to go back with her?”

“Fucked up part is my ma was locked away longer than my father was,” he said, shaking his head. “He came to get me, dragged me back to the city, then beat on me while he waited for my mom to be released.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Figure you have a similar story,” he said, shrugging it off.

“I didn’t have a dad,” I admitted, surprised the words were coming out of me. “I mean, there was a man who fucked my mom and made me, but he was never in the picture. No name on the birth certificate either. Figure my mom didn’t even know who it was.

“She was always too strung out to pay attention to pesky details like someone’s name. Or what they were trying to do to her daughter…”

“Cin…” Dav said, voice horrified as he reached for my hand, fingers slipping between mine, and squeezing hard.

“I was good at hiding when I was little. Then better at sleeping with a knife when I was older.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling my hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“I survived.”

“You shouldn’t have needed to survive that.”

“I made it,” I said, shrugging. “Though I think you came out of your shitty childhood better than I did.”

“Don’t say that,” he said, his voice soft. “I like how you turned out.”

“Yeah, okay,” I said, rolling my eyes as I looked back at the moon.

“Hey,” he said, voice demanding my attention, so I turned. “I have no reason to lie about that.”

“Except for to get in my pants again,” I said, trying to brush it away.

“Love, I wouldn’t have to lie to get that,” he said, his other hand sliding down my belly, heading lower, making my breath catch. But he paused just before he could touch me where I needed him most. Before I could stop it, a grumble escaped me. “See?” he asked, turning on his side, his warm breath on my ear.

“Dav…”

“Yeah?” he asked, teeth snagging my earlobe. “Dav, what? Slide my hand between your thighs, and touch your sweet pussy?” he asked, dragging a little whimper out of me as he toyed with my button, but didn’t work it free.

“Yes,” I sighed when his hand refused to move without an answer.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked, lips going to my neck, making a little shiver course through me.

“Yes.” There was no use denying it. I swear I was turned on anytime he was near. Hell, I was turned on just by the idea of him anymore.

“Hmm. Maybe I should check,” he said, pushing the button through, then sliding down the zipper.

My breath felt tight in my chest, anticipation sizzling across my nerve endings, as the backs of his chilled fingers teased across my bare skin.

That rumbling sound escaped him as his fingers slipped suddenly under my panties, teasing up my slick cleft.

“Fuck,” Dav groaned. “I love how much your pussy is always so wet for me,” he said, fingers sliding up my cleft to tease over my sensitive clit.

My back arched at the touch as a little moan escaped me.

“So sensitive,” he said, working me in slow circles.

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