Page 37 of Control (Everyday Heroes 3.50)
“Reading my mind now, are you?”
My dick—it’s already ten steps ahead of this conversation.
She takes a step back and I bite back my sigh of frustration. “This can’t happen,” she repeats. “The sex was too good. You’re too...too everything, and it’s a bad move.”
Too everything? And that’s a bad thing...why?
“Why?” If I’m going to be rejected, I might as well make her work for it since we both know she wants me as much as I want her right now.
“Because we’ll ruin it. I’ll get anxious and push you away. You’re heading back to your real life at some point, so why should we do this?”
“Do what? Have sex you said was too good?”
“Yes. The first time.”
“That’s a good sign. Typically sex is never good the first time. It’s usually miscommunication and worrying about whether the other person was satisfied. It’s about learning the curves and the buttons and just what to do. You always want a second chance to show her you’re much better than that...so if you think it was too good the first time, hell, Desi, just hold tight, sweetheart, because that means the second time is going to be mind-blowing.” My smile is slow and deliberate when she looks my way. “One time with you is definitely not enough for me.”
How you gonna handle that one, huh?
“Then it seems someone is going to have to figure out how to satisfy themselves somewhere else.” She lifts a brow and folds her arms over her chest.
Looks as if someone just got their feet beneath them.
“You’re the first woman who’s told me I should sleep with someone else instead of them.” I laugh and take a step toward her as she takes one back.
“That just goes to show I’m not like everyone else. I have my quirks. My flaws. My no-go zones.” She puts a hand against my chest and pushes me back. “And you are a no-go zone.”
“That’s not what you said the other night.”
We wage a visual war as the sexual tension thickens in the air between us.
“That was then, Reznor. This is now.”
“What, without lust clouding your judgment?”
“Exactly.”
“You’ll want me back,” I murmur as I move closer, and thank fuck for her obstinance because she doesn’t move, which means her chest brushes ever so slightly against mine. But I see her body flinch—much like mine does.
“Nice try,” she says quietly as she swallows the desire she’s denying.
“Mmm.” I lean in so my lips are so close to hers that we’re breathing the same air. Her perfume fills my nose, and the shudder of her breath tells me I’m right. She wants me, she’s just scared. “Late at night, when you’re sliding your fingers between your thighs...you’re not going to be satisfied with it. You’re going to wish your fingers were me. You’re going to want it to be me.” I move my lips and murmur against her ear. “You’ll come back.”
I take a step back. She stands there frozen in place, nipples hard and pressing against her tank top, lips lax, and eyes heavy with desire. “Like hell I will,” she says, but the conviction is lacking.
She knows it.
I know it.
“We’ll see.”
And with my dick screaming in protest, I nod and walk out the back door. Fuck. This girl. I’ve never had to fight this hard for someone, but somehow, I know this fight is worth something. God, I want her...She’ll be back.
Let’s hope I’m right.
Chapter Fifteen
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