Page 8 of From Dust To Don

“Do y-y-y-you h-have another b-b-blanket?” She stuttered, her teeth clattering with every word.

“No. But I’m warm. You can come closer if you want. I’ll warm you.” I tried to keep my voice as passive as possible, not allowing that last realization to take over me. She looked back, her eyes searching mine for devious intent, and even though I was dying to make her mine, I was truly only offering comfort. “I said I wouldn’t force you. I’m a man of my word, Elena.”

After pondering for a second, another violent shiver shook her from head to toe. She immediately scooted back and nestled her whole body against mine, her cold skin feeling like a calming balm on my raging fire.

I wanted to run my fingers through her hair. Graze my palm up her arms. Squeeze her into my chest and never let go.

My eyes fluttered closed as I inhaled her exquisite scent, and before I could fight it, Elena jumped at the feeling of my full erection. She looked back towards me, her brows knitted in confusion.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. It’s your skin, your smell, the idea of you here in my bed.”

Elena dared a glance down, but when her eyes met mine again, her confusion hadn’t lifted.

Innocent. So damn fucking innocent she didn’t even know what a hard-on was.

“Ask,” I said, wanting to hear what was going through that little head of hers.

“That’s not your gun.” She stated instead.

“No, Baby. That’s my cock. That’s my body’s reaction to being this close to you. That’s how fucking hard I get just by snuggling behind you.”

Her breath was shallow, and the way she was looking at me told me she wanted to know more.

I let a single digit graze the skin of her arm, up and down and then up again before it broke into goosebumps at my passage.

“See these? How you reacted to my touch? Multiply that by a million.”

She pushed her ass back, burying my painfully hard dick between her butt cheeks, feeling every inch of my desire. My heart was hammering against my chest, almost breaking free from its cage as I held back with all the fucking strength I had.

I had just made her a damn promise, and without proper words, I wasn’t about to break it. But she was making this harder than it had to be.

“Don’t do that, Elena,” I said, my lips settled on her ear. “It’s already hard as it is to keep my hands to myself without you pushing that perfect ass into my cock.”

She did it again, her tongue darting out to lick her sexy lips as she grinded against me.

“I can’t help it. I want to feel it. There’s something happening to me, too,” she finally said, her voice small and husky. “There’s this feeling.”

Fuck. Me.

“Yes?”

“This is embarrassing.”

I thrust my hips forward, pushing my dick further against her, relishing in the breathy moan that escaped her lips.

“Tell me. I want to know.” I urged her to carry on.

“I need… I feel like… God, I don’t know.”

“Tell me, Elena.”

“I’m wet. You know… between my legs. And,” she swallowed hard, trying to push her shyness aside and talk. “It’s like I’m aching there.”

“I know, Baby. I’m aching here, too.” I pushed my cock into her again, her hand landing on mine and burying her nails deep into my skin.

“I want to see. Can I?”

Fuck! My dick just got harder, if that was even possible. Elena was staring at me, the innocence in her eyes piercing through me and hitting me right in the groin.

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