Page 49 of Sweeter Than Fiction

Embarrassment washes over me at my own words.

He grabs my chin to tilt my face toward him. “And now that we’re alone, I can kiss you exactly how I want.”

Before I can ask what he means, he pulls me closer, pressing his lips to mine. It’s just as amazing as it was last night. I get tingles all over my body as his lips slowly melt me into a puddle.

It doesn’t take long for his tongue to lick the seam of my mouth, seeking entrance. I open for him, letting his tongue dance with mine. His hands run through my hair, holding me in place while he works his magic.

He drives me wild. Each one of his moves is slow and deliberate as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

I moan into his mouth, which snaps one of the invisible ropes holding his composure.

The kiss becomes more frenzied as I feel his control begin to slip away. I never thought that something as simple as making out could be so fucking hot, but damn. Just kissing this man is hotter than all the sex I’ve ever had combined.

Does that mean that Don is just that good, or that my other partners were just that awful?

Both, probably.

As amazing as this is, I want more.

My hands grasp onto his belt and tug him closer so that my legs can wrap around his waist. Pressed up against him, I can feel how hard he is through his jeans. As impressive as his cock looked in his grey sweatpants, it feels even more so now.

Another moan has Don grabbing my hips and grinding me against him. It becomes increasingly clear where this train is heading. As much as I want this, I don’t know that I’m ready to jump into the deep end of the kinky pool.

And as much as I don’t want to ruin this moment, I feel like I should say something.

Breaking the kiss, I say, “Don, I need you to know something.”

Breathless, he replies, “What is it, Abs?”

“I’m not very kinky.”

Well, that was blunt.

“Okay?” Don looks confused.

“Like I told you, I may really like to read about the stuff, but I’ve never done most of it. And the experiences that I have had haven’t been positive ones. I’m sure I’m not what you’re used to. I just need you to go easy on me, okay?”

He still looks confused. “Abby, where is this coming from?”

“I saw the handcuffs on your bed!” I blurt. “When I took your laptop in your apartment, I had Jenson with me. I tried to keep him from snooping, but I saw your stuff.”

I worry that he’s going to be mad, but it needed to be said. Much to my surprise, a smile crosses his lips.

“Oh, okay. That makes sense.”

“You’re not mad?” I ask.

“Not at all. I was hoping at some point, I’d get to show you my bedroom.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I let out a soft chuckle before his tone turns a bit more serious. “Abby, listen to me. Sure, I like the kinky stuff, but only if and when my woman is ready for it. That goes for all stuff, actually. I won’t pressure you into anything. Ever. I’ll never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Surprisingly, I believe him.

“I’m sorry I snooped,” I say in a low voice.

“Not a big deal,” he assures me. Holding out his hand, he says, “Come on.”

He helps me hop off the counter and leads me into the bedroom. With every step, my hearts beats a little faster.

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