Page 34 of All Along

My cock hardens and lengthens at the vision of Maya naked and laid out on the bed for me. Her honey-blonde hair sprawled across my pillow.

I grit my teeth and wrangle my libido under control. Since I now know my bunny can handle my panic attacks, I can’t help but wonder if she can handle me the man and all the dirty things I want to do to her in bed.

Maya giggles. “Are you going to invite me in?”

Damn. How long have I been standing here staring at her? It’s cold outside. I usher her inside.

“Let me take your coat.”

She shrugs out of her coat and I bite back a moan. She’s wearing a red sweater that shows off her perky breasts and a pair of jeans that hug her curves. She looks more delicious than the food.

“What smells so good?” She walks over to the kitchen table. “Mmm… steak and potatoes.”

“I hope my food choice is okay.”

She rubs her hands together. “You won’t hear me complaining. My hips, on the other hand, they’ll hate me tomorrow.”

“Your hips? Why would your hips hate you?”

She rolls her eyes. “Duh. Because they’re too big and I’m not helping to make them smaller by eating this.”

My gaze drops to her hips in those jeans. I want to dig my fingers into the soft flesh. “I think your hips are perfect.”

“You’re sweet. But there’s no need to lie.”

“No one’s ever accused me of being sweet before.” I prowl toward her and her eyes flare. My cock twitches in response but I stop before I invade her personal space.

“Liar. Ms. Simmons in kindergarten said you were a sweet boy when you helped pick up the crayons.”

I snort. “Since you had to dig all the way back to kindergarten to find an example, I think you proved my point.”

“I have more examples. I thought it was sweet when you called my bullies limp dicks who would never have girlfriends.”

“Eighth grade. Also, a long ass time ago.”

She motions to the table. “You made me dinner. Also, sweet.”

I want to tell her I didn’t cook. But how can I? She thinks I’m sweet. She’s wrong. But it warms my chest, nonetheless.

“Shall we eat?”

She glances around the room. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Sit your sweet ass down and let me feed you.”

“If you’re not sweet, my ass isn’t sweet.”

Oh, her ass is definitely sweet. But I don’t tell her as much. Maya can handle my panic attacks but I’m still not certain I’m the man for her. I left the island to prove I could be the man she needs but all I proved is I’m a screw-up who doesn’t deserve friends.

I shove those memories away. I’m not spoiling my time with Maya with ghosts of the past.

“Sit,” I order. “What do you want to drink? I have wine.”

I didn’t think of buying wine but Hudson included a bottle of red with the food.

“I brought beer.”

She moves toward the bag she left at the door but I stop her with a hand in the air. “I got it.”

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