Page 53 of Stella
“Stell—”
“The way my body responds to you like it never has with another man.” He bites down on his lip and I free it from his teeth. “Look at me.”
He flicks his eyes to mine. “It’s my fault. I had to have a taste. The way you tease me. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before.”
I cup his face this time. “So why are we talking about it if we both want it? Is it because I’m a virgin, Cale? Can’t you handle it?”
He narrows his eyes. “It’s not me who can’t handle it, baby girl, it’s you.”
Oh, my. I guess I hadn’t really thought about that, but I recover quickly, flicking my eyes down to his groin. “Why? Are you boasting about what’s in your pants?”
“You think I need to boast about that?”
“Don’t you?”
He covers one hand over mine, and I’m lost for words when he peels it from his face and places it over his rock-hard dick. “What do you think?”
My gasp is inaudible as he smirks.
I’m not the virgin wallflower he thinks I am, and if he truly believes that I can’t handle it, then he doesn’t know me very well. Then again, maybe tonight is the night he finds out.
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CALE
I shouldn’t have donethat. I shouldn’t have fucking done that! But Stella is my kryptonite.
She’s the fire burning in my veins, and I can’t get enough.
The scent that I’m breathing in is a heady mixture of sweet, salty and chocolate brownie. This woman is unnerving, and I’m ready to combust like a fucking schoolboy. And I’m on the job, for Christ's sake. For the first time in my career, I’m not focused on what I’m supposed to be doing, instead, I’m using valuable police time to make out with a woman I can’t have.
It’s like a double-edged sword; damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
“Jesus,” Stella breathes, her hand on my cock. “I knew you’d be big.”
She squeezes my cock, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Princess,” I mutter. “Fuck.”
“Make me feel good,” she coaxes me. “Please, Cale, make me feel good.”
The sound of her begging me is too much. Her plump lips, swollen from our kisses, and those cheeks lusciously pink as shetries to slow her breathing. I love that I get her this undone. “You know I can’t do that.”
“W-why not?”
“Because it wouldn’t be fair.”
She lifts her head, her movements stilling. “What wouldn’t be fair?”
“You deserve better than this, better than me.”
“It’s just sex, right? Not that big a deal according to everyone. So if it’s not that big a deal, we should do it and not think about fairness.”
“But you’re not like everyone,” I say. “You’re not likeanyone.”
“Right,” she laughs without humor. “Because I’m still a virgin, and for some reason that turns you off or something.”
I stare at her like she’s lost her marbles. “You think it turns me off while you have your hot little hand palming my dick?”
She gives it a squeeze. “I-I don’t honestly know. Some guys are weird like that.”
