Page 31 of The First Day of Breeding Season
She’s getting soaked, too, her long-sleeved t-shirt plastered to her soft, curvy body.
No amount of roaring is going to scare this brave little girl away, because after a long, glaring beat, she smiles.
Smiles.
And it’s like the sun fucking breaks through the rainstorm.
“I tempt you?”
“Don’t look so delighted.”
“I’m sure I’m not your usual type of woman, but?—”
“I don’t have a…type.” I stumble over the word. “That’s not the issue.”
“Then tell me what the problem is, Drew. And I’ll tell you why it’s not.” Her voice is hypnotic now.
My knees almost give out when she closes the gap between us and lays her little hand on my hard chest.
“You should look at a man like me and see nothing but red flags.”
“Such as?”
“I’ve never been in a relationship.”
Her fingers curl into the wet cotton of my shirt. “Why not?”
My ears turn red.
“You should tell me,” she breathes as she tightens her fingers into a fist. “I won’t tell anyone, ever.”
I bet all my secrets would be safe with her, even if they pushed her away. Even if she saw the worst of me, I bet she’d protect me all the same.
But that’s my job.
I need to protect her…from myself.
“Want me to go first?” She pulls at my shirt, and I don’t move, but it feels good to have her yank at me like that.
Too good.
“I should take you over my knee.”
She laughs! “Or you could kiss me.”
“You don’t need me to kiss you. You need…”
“Do you want to take me over your knee and punish me?” How does she make the word punish sound so damn erotic?
“Not punish, sweetheart.” I hear the words from a distance.
“Then what?”
“I want to focus you on what really matters.”
“And what’s that?”
“Your future, baby. Not some distraction.”
