Page 103 of Duke
“Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks?”
I blink. “Yeah.”
“I read about it. How they can be more intense because of the increased blood flow to”—he clears his throat, a pink flush working its way up the thick column of his throat—“that area.”
I surprise us both by laughing.
“What?” he asks.
“Of course you read about it.”
I want you more than words can say, but I’m still scared.
He runs a hand over his face, his expression pained. “I just wanna know what’s goin’ on with you is all. So I can, you know, be there for you.”
My heart dips. “You’ve been wonderful, Duke. Thank you. Sincerely.”
“Thanks for saying that.” His Adam’s apple bobs. “I’m trying my best.”
I know you are, cowboy.
“And don’t worry. I asked Dr. Martinez if it was okay—”
“I’m not worried.” He runs his hand over his face again before dropping it to his hip. “Or I should say, that’s not what I’m worried about.”
I finally have the peace of mind to attempt to cover myself, crossing my arms over my chest. “What are you worried about?”
God, I wanna ask you to come in.
“How fucking gorgeous you look,” he replies hoarsely.
Now it’s my stomach dipping, a sudden drop that gives me a wobbly feeling in my knees. Heat flares to renewed life between my legs.
“That’s something to be worried about?” I manage.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Me walking in on you making yourself come in my shower and looking fucking beautiful while doing it is definitely something to be worried about.”
I don’t know what to say, so I drop my arms and blurt, “My boobs are bigger.”
Do I just freaking ask him to take off his clothes already and get in here? I shouldn’t.
I really, really shouldn’t.
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, his nostrils flaring as his eyes lock on my breasts. “I can tell.”
“And sensitive. Really sensitive. Everywhere.”
He makes a strangled sound and drops his head.
“Are you okay?” I breathe.
“Naw, Blue.” He shakes his head. “I ain’t okay.” And then he looks up, the naked hunger in his blue eyes sending my pulse into a tailspin. “You gonna ask me to join you? Or am I gonna have to beg?”
Oh God. Oh my fucking God.
I don’t know what any of this means or where this is going. All I know is I want this man more than I want my next breath.
He’s already making this fun.
