Page 32 of Billionaire Undeceived - Devon

“We need to talk about this,” I demanded. “I think it’s obvious that I’m attracted to you.”

It had to be obvious since the evidence of that attraction was pressing hard against her gorgeous ass.

I was relieved when her body started to relax against me.

I hated myself for bringing those tempting lips against mine, but a stampede of wild horses wasn’t going to stop me from kissing her.

However, my brain was now going to check myself.

“I’m definitely not going to claim that I didn’t want that,” she told me emphatically. “But I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

I chuckled. I couldn’t help it. “I think I was the one who kissed you, sweetheart.”

“Whatever,” she said in a flippant voice. “I certainly wasn’t resisting. I was participating enthusiastically. I guess it’s apparent that I’m attracted to you, too.”

Damn!I loved to hear those words from her lips, even though I shouldn’t be ridiculously glad that she’d said them out loud.

This attraction between us couldn’t go anywhere, but I wanted her to want me.

That was probably a little twisted, but I didn’t give a shit.

“I can never be the man you need and deserve, Reese,” I said honestly.

“And you really don’t know everything about me,” she rationalized. “I know it was wrong, but I don’t regret it. I can’t. But I know things can’t go any further between the two of us.”

I couldn’t honestly say I regretted it, either.

But that taste of Reese had just made me want her more.

Fuck!I really was screwed.

My feelings for Reese had morphed into something different over the last two weeks.

Yeah, I still wanted her in my bed moaning my name while she had multiple orgasms.

But I felt weirdly protective of her, too.

I wasn’t trying to pry information out of her anymore. I’d given up when my protective instincts had taken over.

I cared about her.

I didn’t want her to be afraid anymore.

And I wasn’t worried that she’d ever hurt anyone in my family.

Did I want her to tell me her secrets?

Hell, yes, I did, but not at the price of her sanity.

I wanted her to feel safe enough that she could tell me anything before that happened.

I needed her to trust me, and I was an impatient asshole.

Real trust was going to take some time.

“So no more kissing,” Reese said firmly. “I consider you my friend, Devon.”

Hell, I would have been honored to hear that if I didn’t want to fuck her six ways to Sunday.

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