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My core clenched at his dirty words. I thought back to the men I had been with and wondered what the difference was between having sex and being fucked. I mean, I know everyone had different experiences and different skills. And I knew there was a difference between having sex and making love. Making love clearly had more emotion, more connection. But how could having sex be that different from being fucked?

I had gotten so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t realize we had made it to his room until I was flying through the air and landing on his bed with a bounce.

Before I could move, Gunner crawled over me. He gazed down at me with a heated look that made my panties even wetter.

Why was this so hot? Why did it feel like my body was craving something?

Something only Gunner could give me.

I lost my chance to protest when his lips crashed into mine. Could I have stopped him? Seeing the way he had been with Aspen told me that if I said no, if I made it known I didn’t want this, he would stop. I was confident he would walk away if I uttered that one simple word.

But I couldn’t do it.

I didn’t want to do it.

I wanted to be fucked.

By this giant of a man.

He settled between my legs and pressed his erection against my center, and I winced.

Shit. I forgot.

“Gunner.”

“Yea, baby, say my name.” His lips moved down my chin to my throat.

“Gunner,” I said louder.

His hands held my face, and he kissed me again. My brain went offline when his lips were on me. I couldn’t think about anything but how he made me feel.

Until he pressed against me again.

“Gunner, stop!”

Immediately, he lifted up on his hands and stared at me.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. I wanted to.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

I held my finger against his lips. “We can’t. Not yet.”

“Why the fuck not?” He leaned down to kiss me again and I pushed against his chest. I knew if he wanted to overpower me, I would be helpless against him. I also knew that the space I put between us when I pushed at his chest was because he allowed it.

“I have to tell you something.”

Chapter Seventeen

Haizley

“What do you have to tell me? You aren’t married, are you?”

“No, I’m not married. I... um... can’t have sex for another month.”

Gunner leaned up on his elbow, his eyes searching my face. “Is this a religious thing?”

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