Page 21 of Slippery When Wet

“One thing you gotta know about me, princess, is before I laid eyes on you about a year ago, I’d never been a man who wanted more.”

“More?”

“Baby, I might have played and explored shit I liked, but it came without strings. There were never relationships or promises. Nothing more than a moment. And I know this is going to make me sound like a fucking douchebag or fuck boy, but—" I opened my mouth to speak, but he kept talking.

“It was never more than a release. Nothing like what I want with you. I never—” He swallowed hard, and I was mesmerized by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, “I never thought I’d want what I want with you.” Wow. Wow. My head spun with his words. He wanted more. With me.

“You just met me,” the cynical side of me reminded him.

“No.” He shook his head. “Don’t give me that. You know me like I know you.” A part of me wanted to deny it. To tell him he was crazy, hop off his lap, and hurry back home, where I knew I could hide away from everything and anything real.

But I knew I wasn’t going to.

I couldn’t lie to him.

We might have finally spoken to one another less than twenty-four hours ago, but I knew as much about him as I could without raising too much attention to my interest in him. I’d asked everyone. I’d looked him up online and on different social media platforms.

And that had been before my accident. After it and the dreams that followed, my crush on him seemed like it had tripled.

“I want you to be my princess, and I wanna be your daddy,” he rasped. Daddy’s, I mean Abel’s hands stroked my back slowly up and down.

“I wanna be the man you count on. The one who has your back no matter what. The one who tells you how fucking brilliant you are until you believe it and then never stop. Because you are, Abby.” Wow!

“I’m boring,” I murmured. My hands tightened around his biceps like I was afraid I’d float off on a happy cloud from what he just said.

“No.” He shook his head. His hand rose between us, and he used the side to caress my face with a touch so tender I couldn’t help but lean into it. It made him slightly blurry, too, through my unshed tears.

“You’re brave, so fucking brave. You just don’t know it yet. You’re beautiful and strong and kind. And you’re funny, funnier than I think you give yourself credit for. As for shit you haven’t experienced, I don’t mind that one little iota because I gotta be honest with you, princess, I like being the one by your side or under you or above you when you’re ready to explore.”

“Such a guy thing to say.”

“What? It's true. I’m not going to sugarcoat the fact I think it's sexy as fuck I got your first kiss."

“Abel—"

“And be ready to be rocked, babe, because I won’t lie. If shit goes the way I want it to, which again, I’ll be honest, and maybe you should brace, I’ll work myself to the bone to make it happen. I’m more than looking forward to being the last first kiss you ever got, too.”

“What?” My heart started to race. Abel Peña wanted to be my last first kiss? I didn’t know why I wasn’t even a little bit against that. I liked the idea of him being my one and only.

“It’s true.”

“But—"

“No buts.” He winked, and just like that, I knew he was about to change the subject. “We gotta get up and get ready.”

“For what?”

“You wanted lessons, remember?”

“Lessons,” I repeated and looked around at the massive bed we were on. “Why would we have to leave? We’re already in bed,” I pointed out. His thick cock jerked against me like it was trying to get closer to me. We were both in pajamas made of thin, cool, breathable fabric. “Bedroom lessons,” I found myself saying. A sound vibrated through him.

“You’re going to kill me, princess,” he groaned. “You wanted to face your fears, remember?”

“But what about…” My hips rolled on their own accord, and my lips parted at how good he felt below me.

He was so hard and long. And me? I was wet. Soaked through.

I wondered if he could feel it.

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