Page 51 of Purity

I squeeze her tightly. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’m going to enjoy whatever we do, but I’m relieved you’re comfortable enough to tell me what you’re feeling.”

She nods. “I think sexual communication is really important. I’m glad that you do too.”

My throat constricts as I kiss her on the cheek.

Oh God, I’ve never loved anything more than I love her.

“How about we do this,” I say. “We won’t even worry about my penis. We’ll pretend it’s not even there. I’ll keep my scary penis in my pants, and tonight will just be about you.”

Her face falls. “I want you to enjoy yourself.”

I snort. “I’ll definitely enjoy myself.”

“But not fully.”

“Livvy, trust me. I will fully enjoy myself.”

“But you’ll be sexually frustrated when we’re done.”

I shake my head. “I’ll jack off in the shower later. When I first met you, I used to do it after almost every time we hung out.”

Her eyes grow huge. “Did you really?”

I grin darkly as I squeeze the skin around her waist. “I told you I’m a filthy bastard.”

She frowns. “Then I must be too, because I think about you almost every time I masturbate.”

“What?”

When her eyes widen, I realize I nearly shouted at her. She swallows and averts her gaze from mine. “Yeah… I mean, sometimes I think about hot celebrities, but it’s usually you.”

I make my body grow very still, not wanting to spook her. “What do you think about?”

She smiles shyly. “That I could never tell anyone. Maybe Mari… But I don’t think I could share the details even with her. Trust me when I tell you that Christian girl fantasies are twisted, and it’s not just me. Purity culture messes with our heads. Mari thinks I should do my master’s thesis about it if I end up going to grad school.”

“Twisted how?”

She smiles, and her cheeks grow pink. “Cole, trust me. It’s weird. Like, I would be totally fine telling you if I thought it would turn you on, but I’m positive it won’t.”

I grip her at the back of her neck and force her to look at me. “Let me be the judge of that. Tell me, Angel.”

Livvy

Angel.

I love it when he says it like that, like it’s a filthy word instead of an endearment I don’t deserve.

His fingers cut into my neck as I stare up at his face. Those blazing dark eyes are fixed on my face, and his jaw is hard. He looks like he wants to spank me, and goodness, I think I’d like it if he did.

“It’s too embarrassing,” I say.

He grips my neck tighter, and it sends an electric heat into my belly.

“You can do it.” His jaw ticks. “Shut your eyes. Pretend I’m not here.”

Something about the commanding tone of his voice makes my eyes fall shut of their own will. “I think about being hunted. We’re in a forest, and you’re chasing me.”

“Why am I chasing you?”

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