Page 50 of The Truth Serum
Don’t stop!
“Becca?”
Don’t stop!
“Are you crying?”
What?
She swallowed as she pressed a hand to her cheeks, wiping away the wetness there.
“No,” she gasped. Then steadier. “No. Of course not.”
He gently withdrew from her body.
No!
He reset her nightgown and fastened buttons that she hadn’t bothered with.
Don’t stop!
“Becca,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Part of her wanted to leave the fault with him. Let him take the blame. But she’d never been one to hide from her own mistakes. “My fault,” she whispered.
“No.” His tone was decisive. “There is no fault. We kissed. I’m sure you’ve kissed dozens of men by now. It’s something that happens between men and women. But we’ve stopped now. No harm done.”
No harm done? How could she say that? Ten years of suppressing those memories, ten years of forgetting those needs—all gone now. She remembered. Her body remembered. How could she ever forget again, while her heart still beat hard and fast? When her skin still felt on fire and her breasts…oh how they ached for him.
No harm done? She’d never be able to forget again! How could she go back to her sterile life now? How could she pass another day, another week, another life without his touch?
Damn it! He’d made herremember!And that made her mad.
“Get out, Nate,” she said, the words coming out harder than she intended.
“Becca—”
“Go! Before I scream and bring the whole house running.”
His eyes hardened. “Never make idle threats.”
“I’m not.” Except, of course, she was. She’d never do that to him.
And damn it, he knew it. He reached out to caress her cheek again. Her skin tingled in anticipation, but he never connected. He held himself back and she nearly cried at his restraint.
“It always seems to go wrong with us,” he whispered. “I don’t know why.”
“Because I’m an idiot.” Because she let him. And he was a man to take what was offered.
No wait. That was a lie. In all their time together—now and at sixteen—he was the one who’d always stopped. Not her. Not ever. Always him.
“You never used to say that,” he whispered. “You never used to think that!”
What?
“You’ve called me an idiot, rightly so. You’ve pointed out so many wrong things in the world and called them idiotic. But you never turned it on yourself.”
“Teenagers always think they’re smarter than they are.”
