Page 36 of Dirty Filthy Boy
Her words manage to make their way through the fog-induced lust, and a light glimmers in the recesses of my mind. "Did you know this before you came to my house?"
"Before you dragged me there, you mean? Yes. I knew."
"Is that why you walked out on me? Because you thought I wouldn't want to make love to you again?"
"That was part of it, but the other part was I don't do that."
I prop one hand on my hip. "Don't do what?"
"Have one-night stands."
"Never?"
"Never. And we didn't make love. We had sex. I may not know much, but I know the difference."
Fuck. She's everything I thought she was. A wide-eyed innocent, trying to make her way in the world. And here she'd run into the big, bad wolf, who didn't waste a second gobbling her up. "God. I've been such an idiot."
"What do you mean?"
"I thought I'd been taken in by a groupie. When in reality, you're exactly what you appear to be. Sunshine and rainbows and unicorns and lollipops."
She hitches up her chin. "I don't believe in unicorns."
Maybe not unicorns, but she's everything that is good and sweet in this world.
I twist a finger around one of her glorious curls, breathe it in. "We made love, MacKenna. Trust me. I know the difference."
"We couldn't have."
"I wanted you like no other woman, so determined to get you in my bed. And once I got you there, I made sure you enjoyed it."
"You don't do that with . . . the others?"
"They get what they need from me, and then they're gone. Not you, though. Not ever you."
Tears swim in her eyes. "That can't be, Ty. That just can't be."
"Oh, yeah. Then tell me, why am I still hung up on you? Why can't I sleep? Why does my entire house smell of lavender and roses even after the cleaning service been in twice?"
Her gaze grows more luminous. "Does it?"
I pull her against me, and my hand rides down her back to her ass. No way can she miss how much I want her. I'm hard as stone. "Yes."
