Page 71 of Unexpected Heroine

I start kissing him again, slowly this time.

That plan lasts for a whopping three seconds before I’m writhing against him, dragging my needy core over the soft ridge of his cock. Taking his lip between my teeth, I bite down and give it a tug. A low growl emanates from the back of my throat.

Man alive! I’ve gone feral.

Normally, James—err Tomer—would be as hard as a rock by now. Hell, he goes half erect from me straddling him alone.

Not tonight, though.

Insecurities pepper my mind as to why.

Maybe he doesn’t want me anymore.

I’m too damaged.

Dirty.

Used.

No. Fuck that.

He doesn’t get to make that choice.

“Lettie, please stop,” he drawls. “We can’t do this.”

Perhaps the fog of arousal has made me misinterpret his refusal. There could be a logical reason to stop. “But you said the test results were all clear.” He had me do an at-home STI test the day after he saved me.

“That’s not it, sweetness. I think you’re going to regret this.”

I force my mouth shut and try to clear my mind.

If it’s not the test results, then he must not want me.

No. That doesn’t seem right.

He’s done nothing to show me that he sees me any differently since he rescued me. If anything, he’s been more affectionate.

He’s been wonderful, giving me everything I need.

If he hadn’t been, I’d have likely melted into a puddle of tears over his lies and now this rejection. But I saw how much it meant to him when I said his name. The relief and reverence in his hold on me proves it.

So he can’t be rejecting me, right?

Then it hits me out of nowhere.

The video. He saw it.

No wonder he doesn’t want me sexually anymore.

Dammit. No, no, no.

I was counting on him to pull me out of the darkness. Not send me back there.

“I do want this,” I insist.

Determined to prove it, I slam my lips to his and thrust my hips harder, hoping it does the trick.

He breaks the kiss a-fucking-gain and rasps against my mouth, “Lettie, take a break and think. Why are you doing this?”

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