Page 87 of Tore Up

I closed my eyes. Was Oz right? I wanted him to be. I really fucking wanted him to be.

“Why did you walk into the woods, pretty girl?” I asked her,moving back so I could see her face.

The surprised look on her face made me smile. God, I’d missed her.

I brushed my thumb over her cheekbone. “You not gonna tell me?”

She licked her lips, her eyes searching my face. “You called mepretty girl.”

“I did.”

When she didn’t say anything else, only staring up at me with uncertainty, I traced her lips with my finger. “Talk to me.”

She inhaled deeply. “I wasn’t sure. I debated back and forth, but it was real. Not just my dreams. You were in my bed.”

“You remember the other nights?”

She nodded. “Yes. But I thought I was dreaming. You called mepretty girlandsweet girl.”

“How do you feel about that? Knowing I was getting in your bed while you slept. Touching you.”

Her chest rose and fell. “I … I liked it.”

I chuckled. “You did, huh?”

She nodded.

“I put my cum in your mouth. Had you suck it off my thumb.”

She bit her bottom lip and lowered her lashes. “I know,” she replied. “There was some on my stomach … and I tried some of it.”

This was not the time for my cock to get hard, but it seemed that it didn’t care.

“Tell me how you did that?” I asked, knowing we had other things to discuss, but my depraved mind needed this image.

“I scooped it up with my fingers and then licked it off.”

I closed my eyes and bit back a curse. Fucking hell.

“Why were you in the woods?” I asked, opening my eyes back up to look down at her.

Whatever the reason had been, she did not want to tell me. Butthe pain in those blue eyes wasn’t acceptable. She’d had enough fucking pain.

“Please, tell me what happened.”

“Can’t I just apologize and we forget it?”

I smiled. “No. Because you are hurt. It’s in your eyes, and I can’t take that. I want to know what happened so I can go make sure it never happens again.”

She tried to move again, and I shook my head.

“Let me sit up at least,” she said.

I liked holding her this way. Cradling her to me. But I gave in and allowed her to sit up. The towel fell down her shoulders, and her plump, full breasts—which looked ready to fall out of her top—were right there in my line of sight. Distracting me.

Chill bumps broke out on her skin, and she shivered.

“Cold?” I asked, glancing around for something close to cover her with.

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