Page 103 of Receiving His Mercy
“I don’t . . . we’re not . . . Travis, we’re not dating!”
“Yeah, we are. You just said yourself that we are doing everything that a couple does, except the dating part. Which I’ve fixed.”
“You can’t fix anything because we’re not actually dating.”
“Why not?”
“Well, you haven’t asked me for one.”
“Why would I do that?” he scoffed.
“Um, because that’s what people normally do.”
“Right. Stupid people. Because if I ask you that gives you the option of saying no.”
“So you’re just not going to give me the option?”
“Exactly.”
Oh,he was a nutter.
But right now, he’s your nutter.
Well, so he said. He seemed to think that they were a done deal.
That she was going to be his.
Was she really going to turn him down when this was everything she’d ever wanted?
It seemed crazy. But how would this really work? She wasn’t going to be here forever.
Could she keep this apartment as a base? Would their relationship survive her being away for weeks, maybe months at a time?
“I thought we were just friends,” she said. “Why did you change your mind?”
“Maybe I was trying to fool myself into thinking we were just friends. When really, I wanted more.”
“Since when? It wasn’t all that long ago that you hated me,” she pointed out.
“Never hated you, baby. And I was wrong.”
“I just . . . it’s a big shift.”
“Really? Is it that big of a shift considering what we did a week ago in my apartment?” he asked.
“I don’t think we should keep talking about that.” She could feel herself blushing. She still couldn’t believe that he’d been going to eat her out right there on his kitchen island.
And Caren was aware that it was crazy she was blushing when she had no problem being naked in a club filled with people.
The two things were quite different!
“If we weren’t attracted to each other that wouldn’t have happened. But we are. We wanted each other.” He ran a finger down her cheek and over her lips. “And we still do. We both want more. You can’t deny it.”
God no.
She couldn’t.
Her breath was already growing faster just from him touching her cheek and lips. Imagine what would happen if he moved his hand lower? If he cupped her breast and played with her nipple?
