Page 75 of Until It Was Real

Her eyes narrow. “Don’t be condescending, Mr. High and Mighty.”

I press my hard length into her back and her breath hitches. “I’m not being condescending. I’m moving on to the next portion of our date.”

“Did you plan this? Is this some big seduction scene? This is the third date and now it’s time for me to put out?”

I let her go before retreating. “I didn’t plan this. In fact, I hadn’t planned to seduce you again until you …”

I trail off before I can admit the truth. Until she’s as addicted to me as I am to her.

“Until I what?”

“Until you’re sure of me. Of us. You were hesitant to date me, and I don’t want to push you.” All true. Not what I was thinking, but still true.

She shakes her head and my cock deflates. It’s another cold shower for me tonight.

“You’re not pushing me. I was being a brat. Sometimes I’m…” She fiddles with the hem of her t-shirt.

My fingers itch to reach out and touch her. But I shove my hands in my pockets instead. I don’t want her to change her mind because her body wants me. I want her to change her mind becauseshewants me.

“What?” I ask.

“Sometimes I’m a bit overwhelmed by you. You’re a freaking millionaire.”

“I wasn’t born a millionaire. I understand struggling for money. I would never judge someone for struggling.”

She grunts. “Do you always have to say the perfect thing?”

I smirk. “No.”

“And you’re you.”

“It’s true. I am me.”

She frowns. “Don’t be cute. I mean. You’re you.” She motions toward my body. “And I’m me.” She waves a hand over herself.

I growl. “No one says nasty things about your body. Not even you. Your body is sexy as hell. I’ve been fighting a hard-on all afternoon.”

Her gaze drops to my crotch. “You have?”

“You were in a swimsuit. What did you expect?”

Dakota has no idea how sexy she is. Every man at the beach was mesmerized by her and she didn’t notice. It’s refreshing being with a woman who has no idea of the power she could wield over men.

But I don’t want her to feel self-conscious. I want her to own her body.

I stalk toward her and she retreats until her legs hit the sofa. I wind an arm around her waist before she falls. My Havoc is a klutz, but I don’t mind since it gives me the chance to catch her often. And I do enjoy catching her.

“Your swimsuit clung to your every curve. I was worried I’d have to go to the restroom and jack off before I exploded at some point.”

“You were?” She bites her bottom lip.

I tug her lip from her teeth. “Only I get to bite you.”

“Bite me? You want to bite me?”

I draw a hand up her side to her breast. “Starting here.” I move my hand down and around to her ass. “And moving on to here.”

Her eyes flare as I massage her ass.

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