Page 183 of The Last Good Man

He slows to a stop and twitches inside me, making me feel good andbad.Good because he is perfect for me, and bad because we’re headed for a disaster.

That’s the other thing about sex and feelings. They’re outrageously unpredictable.

We’ve talked about so many things.But this one, a sensitive topic for me, wasn’t supposed to happen.

“I asked you…” he says, in a guttural voice, his lips hovering over my ear, “because if I ever had akid,I would love to come from a woman like you.”

My heart stops and then runs away, spooked like a wild mustang.

Even though he said so little, he said so much,infact.

He doesn’t mean a woman like me,as inthe merger expert.

He meant the woman quivering under his frame with red or brown hair––it doesn’t matter––with narrow or curvaceous hips––again, it doesn’t matter.

With crazy ideas in her head, like hiding under the bed and getting railed in the back of an alley.

He really means the woman in me, not what I show to the world.

“That’s all,” he saysand kissesthe smooth skin below my earlobe.“You are so fucking frightened,” he says and starts moving again, thrusting into a pool of wetness.

“I wish I could be that woman…” I murmur, and he stops before slowly moving again.

“You are that woman.”

“No, I’m not. Even if…”

He stops and kisses the back of my neck before deliciously rolling his hips again.

“Even if what?”

“Even if I were that woman… You wouldn’t stick with me.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You can’t live in my world. And I can’t live in yours.”

He rocks his hips, every thrust rubbing the most sensitive spot inside my body.

“Is that your biggest fear?”

“It is. Alongwith that brunette who hit on you this evening,” I add,hopingour conversation couldturn lighter.

He chuckles and thrusts harder.

“You’re not afraid of heroryou wouldn’t be under me.”

He might have a point.

“Seriously, now…” he continues, fucking me slowly.

“I’m serious. And it’s not only a fear of mine. It’s the reality of us. You don’t know how uninteresting my life actually is. And I know your world is anything but that, but I still have no place in it. I wish things were different.”

He stays quiet before placing a soft kiss on my neck again.

“Don’t worry.We’ll figure it out,” he sayswith confidence, andalso like it’s not worth talking about it.

Like he’s brushing me off.

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