Feeling rejected, I pulled away from him, sat up and tucked my knees close to my chest. “We need to talk.”
He leaned up on his elbow and brushed my hair over my shoulder. “You just have to put what happened out of your mind.”
I spun toward him. “I’m not thinking of him. I’m thinking about us.” I dropped my gaze. “About how you see me. You don’t touch me, and you don’t let me touch you.”
“Not because I don’t want to.” He sat up. “It’s only been two weeks. I’m giving you time.” He raked his hand over his shaved head. “Fuck. I’m not a monster.”
“Dozer,” I whispered. “When I’m in your arms, he’s not in my head. He’s in yours.”
“I know, but not in the way you’re thinking. I’m trying not to remind you of what he did to you.” He growled, slid his legs from the bed, and stood.
My breath caught. I’d worried he wasn’t attracted to me, that he didn’t want me anymore. But his cock, hard and thick, tented the front of the soft cotton pants.
With a roll of his neck, he loosened the tension in his broad shoulders. I wanted my fingers on the ridges of his abdominals, to trace the ink disappearing beneath the low riding waistband of the cotton pjs.
I wanted my mouth on his flesh because I was starving for a taste of him. I crawled across the bed, positioned on my knees, and gripped his hips. “Talk to me.”
He rested his hand on my shoulder. I stilled as his knuckles raked across my collarbone. “Do you really want to know what I think about?”
I swallowed as his fingers wrapped around my neck. “Yes,” I said on a breath.
“Would it scare you to know that I want to hold you down and split your thighs, shoved my cock so deep that I fuck him out of your head?”
My breathing grew shallow. His strong fingers sent a shiver over me, a delicious tingle tightening my nipples. “I’m not scared of you. You won’t hurt me.”
“Yeah, I would. I have, and I will again.”
“I’ve hurt you, too. That’s what happens when you love hard.” I kissed his belly.
“I can’t stand the thought of anyone touching you.” His fingers tunneled into my hair. “Pippa, I’ve told you, I’m wired wrong. After everything you’ve been through, I want to mark you as mine.” Tears wet his eyes. “Then I get scared that you’ll see him in me. I’m possessive, jealous, and violent.”
Those words hit me hard. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Dozer. You’re nothing like him.”
Oh god, how could he think that? I kissed him, forcing my way into his mouth. I sucked his tongue, ran my fingers over the slope of his shoulders, and rubbed my pussy against the hard edge of his cock.
He groaned and kissed me back, swirling his tongue into my mouth. “Willow said to wait three weeks.”
“I can’t wait another week, another day, another hour. I need you, Dozer. I need your hands on me…in me.”
With a gentle touch over my quivering belly, he traced the elastic of my panties, then slipped his fingers inside.
I moaned as his palm cupped my pussy, and the blunt tip of his finger slid through my soaked folds.
“I’m wet for you.” I nipped his ear, then kissed along his jaw. “You’re mine.” This time, I sucked onthe tender flesh of his neck, hard, with a bite and growl. I marked him, bruising his neck with my kisses.
Dozer hovered over me, kissing me as he pushed me back on the bed. He hooked a thumb in my panties and tugged them down my legs.
I jerked my oversized T-shirt over my head. Lying naked on my back, on the bed, with my knees bent, I spread my thighs.
Dozer stripped out of his pants and climbed onto the bed. His touch was so gentle, so gentle he took my breath, stole my heart, and seeped into my soul.
He braced on outstretched arms, holding his weight as he lowered his head and sipped my lips.
I rested my hands on his hips and rolled my pelvis, relishing the feel of his flesh against mine. Any fear that simmered in the darkest part of my consciousness melted into nothingness, dissolving in the warmth of this man’s body crushing to mine.
“Make me yours, Dozer. Only yours.”
Then he was there, sliding into me, stretching me, filling me, making my body his. Only his.