Page 55 of Escaping Our Reality

Chapter 24

ELLA

Ry kisses with his whole body and not just his lips. It’s part of the reason I can never get enough of him.

Never, ever, ever.

His tongue sweeps across mine and his hands graze up my stomach, nearing my breast when he suddenly breaks away, leaving me dazed and empty. “Give me just a minute.” He walks several paces away from me, and I watch the movement of his back and shoulders as he adjusts the massive erection straining against his jeans.

“Does it hurt?”

Taking a deep breath, he spins back around. “Does what hurt?”

The sight of him makes my mouth dry. I nod my head at his crotch.

He furrows his brow. “My dick? Does my dick hurt?”

I grunt. He knows what I’m talking about. He’s just being difficult. Just being Ry. “Having an erection and knowing there’s no immediate relief. Ummm…release.”

I’m not sure of the proper word.

He smirks, tugging his mouth into a sly little smile. “Oh, I’ll have release. I always have release. The second your car pulls out of this driveway, I’ll have my fist wrapped around myself, thinking of you.” He props his hands on his waist and tilts his head. “Never mind, I drove you here tonight. Let me rephrase that. The second I drop you back at your house, I’ll pull overon the side of the road and have my fist wrapped around me, thinking of you.”

My face flushes red and my body grows hot. “You do that?”

He laughs. “Of course, I do that, Lulu. I’m a guy.” He takes a step toward me. “You’re telling me that you don’t? You don’t touch yourself and think of me?”

I don’t avoid his gaze. Because that’s not what I do. But I do know that my face must look like I just dived into a plate full of ketchup. Bright red. I can feel it.

His laugh is lower now. “Good. I’m glad to hear it.”

“There are condoms in your glove box.”

He swallows. “Yes.”

“Do you use them?”

“When I have sex, I do.”

Sucker punch. Holy shit, that hurt. The thought of him with another woman makes me sick. Physically sick. “Oh. And do you do that often?”

“Not since I met you.” He holds up his hands, showing me his palms. “These calluses aren’t just from working on cars.”

“So, you haven’t had sex with anyone since you met me?”

“I just said that, didn’t I?”

“What about before you met me? Did you have a lot of sex then?”

“I did.”

I can’t breathe. That sucker punch cracked a rib. I lift my chin, refusing to show how much that answer affected me. “How many girls have you slept with?”

He folds his arms across his broad chest. “Why? Why are you asking me that question?”

“Because I’ve decided that I’m going to have sex with you. Not tonight, of course. But one day, we’ll have sex. So, I think I have a right to know how many women you’ve been with. It’s a responsible and reasonable question.”

I am so bad at this, but he knows by now that I’m nothing if not forthcoming.

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