Page 53 of Control (Everyday Heroes 3.50)
“Every guy’s? I was hoping just mine,” I murmur as my finger traces up the inside of her thigh so she squirms when I slide it ever so softly over those lips of hers, still swollen from our first round.
“That’s the problem.”
“What?” I ask, distracted by the slickness I find there.
“The problem is you.”
“Me?” She moans as I slip my finger between them and coat it with her arousal. “What did I do besides give you an incredible orgasm?”
Her smile is seductive, as is knowing how wet I make her. Her nipples pebble and her head falls back as I slip my finger into her.
Christ. This woman. She’s so careful, so guarded, yet there’s something about her—something that’s untouched—that I want to get to know. It’s not just that she’s vulnerable, but she’s also fucking strong. And I like that. After what she said about her mom, it makes sense why she doesn’t believe men are capable of sticking around. Shit, until I met her, I was the same. I’m not a man who falls for a woman, but hell if she’s not tripping up my feet so I do.
“I affect you,” I murmur.
“So…” she moans and tightens around me.
“So why are you mad at me for that?” I ask as I curve my finger to rub against her G-spot as my other hand runs up and down the length of my shaft.
She widens her legs to give me better access and leans back on her hands. “This is the last time, Reznor. No more after this. I mean it.”
I smile.
Sure thing, Des.
Until next time.
Chapter Twenty-One
Desi
“Come on, you little heathen.”
Matilda wiggles and shakes and suds fly all over the place, causing me to look up and then still when I see Reznor across the way. His shirt is off and he’s bent over looking at something on his front porch, biceps flexed, ass perfectly positioned, and I simply stand and watch him.
Distracted.
Mesmerized.
Recalling how deliciously fine he was the other night. And morning.
Break the habit, Des.
Wasn’t that what I swore to myself when he walked out? That I was going to break the habit he’d created in me wanting him?
But here’s what I don’t know. Do I break the habit so I stick to my guns about only needing casual sex, or is it so I don’t get hurt when he moves away?
I know the answer, but I don’t think I’m ready to admit it to myself yet.
I like that he doesn’t push me. Yeah, he kind of does, but in a cute, come on, let’s have incredible sex kind of way.
I like that when he’s not with me, I kind of miss him.
I like that—Shit.
“Knock it off, Des,” I mutter. “I can’t let myself do this, Matilda. I just can’t. There I go again talking to myself about the reasons why I can justify sleeping with him.” I look back up at Reznor and shake my head. “But wouldn’t you sleep with him if he looked like that?” I ask the sodden mutt.
Yep. I’ve lost my mind.
