Page 43 of Indiscreet

“Yes, we are,” he replied evenly. “If we are to appear natural, you need to be comfortable with me. When and if we are in public, you need to be convincing to them that you are supposed to be there. You’ll need to behave like you’re not frightened and want my touch.”

“But we already had sex,” I said, though it felt good to have him next to me. “I even let you tie me up.” The reminder and his closeness sent heat rolling though me. What tarnished the memory was how he’d reacted afterward.

“I know I upset you,” he said on an exhale. “But for this to work, we need to start over.”

What he said made sense, but was it all a pretense?

Dane’s hand brushed down my arm. “I’d like to start over with you.”

“How?” I whispered.

“We can begin by you taking off your robe and moving closer to me.”

I eased my robe off under the covers, which he then drew back as he boldly stretched out on his side. Now that I was absent of covering, his gaze freely roamed over my nakedness, and mine gazed at him. He was glorious nude. My eyes dipped below his waist to his cock, which was semi-erect on his thigh, and I stared—too long. There was no way to hide his effect on me. The tight points of my nipples, the heave of my chest as I struggled to get my breath and pulse back to a normal rhythm. The slickness between my thighs and ache of my clit, which I desperately wanted to soothe. My mind was telling me I should protest, resist, fight, but deep down, that wasn’t what I wanted to do. I wanted him to leave and stay. I wanted him. Damn him.

I curled on my side and scooted back a little.

Dane let out a low chuckle and tugged me until I was flush against the hard muscles of his solid frame. His closeness was like a drug, lulling me into euphoria. The brush of his lips on the back of my neck—so alluring. His thick cock pressed against my buttocks—too tempting.

I hated how easily I gave in to him and how much I enjoyed it, yet I didn’t protest. I closed my eyes and took in a shaky breath.

“You like this as much as me,” he murmured. “Let me see.” His hand slid over my hip and between my legs, cupping my mound possessively. I shuddered as he stroked the wetness there.

“Dane, we shouldn’t,” I whispered, cursing myself for the huskiness of my tone.

“Shouldn’t because you’re upset again?” he said as he nuzzled his nose against my neck. “You’re aroused like I knew you’d be. I understand and will do my best to make it right. I want you to submit, but when we have sex, I want you to come to me freely.”

He removed his hand but stayed close at my back. An emptiness at the loss of his touch filled me. I groaned in confusion and frustration. What was going on with me? I didn’t understand, but it had me tossing and turning. In the end, I would lose.

Dane would have me again.

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