Page 58 of Body Shot

“I will. Promise.” She pauses, her face suddenly pensive. “He said I hurt him, that I did it too hard, so we only did it the one time.”

I roll my eyes, annoyed all over again. “Like I said, he was a boy. A man likes a little roughness, a little teasing, and a lot of pressure. Do you have any idea how hard I’m going to go at you when my cock is inside of you? And I promise, it will feel incredible. But the penis isn’t some fragile little appendage. It’s made for what we just did. And much more.”

“I think he lied to me,” she says, wrinkling her nose. “About a lot of things. But mostly to make me so insecure I wouldn’t have the nerve to leave him.”

“He didn’t deserve you.” I meet her gaze to make sure she understands what I’m saying.

“But what purpose does making me feel bad about myself serve?”

“I don’t think he knew what he was doing,” I reply softly, kissing her lips. “He didn’t know his own body, much less yours. But I do.”

“Yes, you do.” She bites her lip as if contemplating something. “Can I wash your hair?”

“Sure. If I can wash yours.”

“Deal.”

We finish our shower with what I can only describe as the most sensual hair-washing I’ve ever experienced. Her short nails feel wonderful against my scalp, and when she massages it with the balls of her fingers, goose flesh breaks out on my skin. Fuck, she’s turning my knees to jelly all over again.

Despite her inexperience, she seems to have an instinctive ability to please me—and to make me want to please her. I still want to punch Seth Crandall, but in a way, I owe him too. If he hadn’t fucked with her head, she might not be here with me now, so anxious to learn about both my body and her own. The trust she’s put in me means a lot, and I’m beginning to see the correlation between our physical connection and the emotional one. They seem to be building at a similar pace, which is new for me, but I’m really enjoying it. And her.

Saying goodbye in four days is going to be a lot harder than I’d thought it would be.

TWENTY

Claudia

I wantto spend the night with Anders, but there’s a part of me that feels guilty. Hana is going through a lot, and I want to try to be there for her, especially since she’s going back to Slovakia on Sunday, and it’ll be a while before we see each other again. I’m going to talk to my boss about her next week, but she has to get home for the time being. So even though I hate doing it, I have Anders bring me back to the hotel around midnight. He’s not thrilled about it either, but he’s understanding when I explain.

I think a night apart is a good thing regardless because I’m battling some disparate emotions in the aftermath of our newfound intimacy, and I need to both think about it and maybe talk about it too.

Luckily, Hana practically pounces on me the moment I walk in.

“Did you do it?” she demands.

I smirk. “Notthat. But a bunch of other naughty things.”

“Did you blow him?” Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she sits cross-legged on her bed in obvious anticipation of girl talk.

“I did.” I kick off my shoes. “And then he did me. Well, he did me first.” I throw myself on my bed and let out a dramatic sigh. “It was incredibly intense.”

“But did you enjoy it? Why are you huffing like that?”

“Because he’s literally perfect and it scares the crap out of me.”

“I’m sure he’s notperfect.”

“Well, so far, he is. At least, for me.”

“Well, with that in mind, what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know. It’s been three days and I’m falling. Hard. This is the kind of nonsense you read about in books or those awful movies you make me watch.”

“They’re not awful!” Hana throws a pillow at me. “And your feelings, no matter what they are, are not nonsense.”

“I’m being a dumb, typical girl who’s falling in love with the first guy to pay attention to her. It’s embarrassing.”

“Technically, he’s thesecondguy you’ve allowed to pay attention to you.”

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