Page 26 of Love Over Easy

“Shy, you know if I go in that room, I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you. We’ll be doing a lot more than we’ve done.”

She looks up and I’m lost in the honesty I see in her eyes. “I have this crazy attraction to you, David. And after our dry humping session, I know we have major chemistry. I want you to make me so delirious with pleasure that I forget everything but your touch.”

I’ve never had a woman clearly say how she feels and what she wants. I find it hot as fuck. My jaw locks as I clench my teeth to keep from moving too fast. I need to make sure we are on the same page.

She must understand my hesitation because she says, “I get it, David. I don’t want more than this. I’m not in a place in my life where I have any more to give.”

I rest my forehead on hers. I have to ask at least one question. “Just tell me. I need to know. Are you married?”

She takes my face in her palms and stares directly into my eyes. “No. I’m not married and never have been. I’ve never even had a boyfriend.”

Truth. “Good,” I mutter before taking her mouth and backing her into my bedroom. There’s no way I’m fucking her with those creepy boy bands watching. I don’t stop until her legs hit the bed. We both tumble backwards and my hands are under her shirt pulling it over her head between kisses.

Her hands are all over me and I help her rip my shirt off and lock my lips onto her neck, running my tongue in circles beneath her ear. She whimpers and I know I’ve found a pleasure point that I’ll visit often.

She palms my cock through my jeans and I hiss my approval into her mouth. I sit back on my knees while intently watching Shy pull her shorts and bra off. She starts for her panties and I stop her. “Leave those on. I want to take them off. With my teeth.”

She swallows and stares back at me with heat in her eyes and leans back on the bed. I let my gaze slowly soak in her perfect form. The bruising is almost gone. I clench my fist to keep from demanding she tell me who assaulted her. I want to find them and return every ounce of pain tenfold.

“David…” Shy calls to me softly.

My eyes move away from the purple mars on her skin to her sky-blue eyes. I see a vulnerability in their depths. With a knee to the bed, I crawl up her body and take her breasts in my hands. I gently squeeze and she moans when I lift them to my lips. Her eyes flutter shut and her head falls back on a pillow.

I give my attention to each creamy globe until Shy is writhing beneath me. I kiss her lips, swiping my tongue inside to caress hers. I kiss my way down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, and then I kiss and lave every single bruise.

I pause when I reach her white cotton panties. They turn me on more than any satin and lace ever could. I lay a kiss over the top of her mound and I hear her breath catch. Taking the elastic between my teeth, I do exactly what I told her I would. I pull them down her legs and they are forgotten. I drop to my knees and take her legs in hand, pulling her closer.

She bends her head and starts to sit up.

“Lie back, Shy,” I order.

“David.” Her voice quivers. “You don’t have to…”

With a smirk, again I order her, “Lie back, Shy, or I’ll use those handcuffs again.”

She flops back on the bed and I hear a murmured “Oh, shit.”

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