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my arms, but she doesn’t push away like before. “What will you do if I stay?”
Does she really need to ask? Very well. “Kiss you, taste you. Have my wicked way with you.” I love bite her collarbone so she knows what to expect.
Her breath harshes as her heart goes to double time. She likes what I’m doing to her. There’s a lot more. If she’s willing to take a chance.
“Will you stop if I ask you to?” Her question comes out as a whisper.
Pure lust shoots through me. My cock hardens, thickens. She’s tempted by my offer. And that’s more than I had before. “Yes.” Even if I have to twist myself into knots.
She doesn’t do anything but stand there, more than likely weighing the consequences of what will happen if she stays. “I think I should go.”
“I’ll understand if you do. But”—I capture her hand in mine, bring it to my lips, lick the pulse in her wrist—“don’t you want to know?” I’m not playing fair, but I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want this innocent rose.
“Know what?”
“How good we can be? I can make you feel things you’ve never felt, take you to places you’ve never been.” I wrap my hand around the hair she’s left loose down her back and pull so I can have better access to her mouth.
“How do you know what I’ve felt, where I’ve been?” Her voice’s gone breathless.
“I know everything about you, Caitlyn.” Teasing a finger beneath her dress’s spaghetti strap, I play with it.
Pushing my hand away, she comes upright. “You checked me out?” She sounds offended. I don’t know why. Any other employer would have investigated her.
But strangely enough, I never got around to it. “No.”
“Then how do you know?”
“Every word you speak, every sound you make, your scent, your actions. You reveal yourself to me in ways you can’t comprehend. I know you’re innocent.”
She jerks. “I’m not. I had a boyfriend.”
“Maybe you’re no longer a virgin, but trust me, you’re innocent of men, of the myriad of ways they can own your body, own you.”
She lets out a shaky breath. “And you’re going to change that?”
“I will, if you let me.” She’s teetering on the edge of consent but fearful of taking the leap into the unknown.
“And what will you do to me? Specifically, I mean?”
“Oh, my sweet Caitlyn. I will do things with you, not to you. There is a difference, you know. And it requires your approval. If you want to know, all you have to do is lock the door and stay.” From the moment I met her, I sensed her innate goodness. I want to surround myself with that innocence, that lack of subterfuge, even while I try my best to seduce her. I’m a bastard, I know.
On slow steps she walks toward the entrance to the library. The door opens and closes.
I whoosh out a breath. “Well, that’s that.” Hard and aching for her, I lean my head against the bookshelf. Should have known. She’s too pure, too innocent to take a chance on me. And who wants a blind man to make love to you?
Something snips, and the light dims. The little I could see is gone. Did she abandon me to the dark? Is that my punishment for trying to seduce her? Panic beats at me. “Caitlyn?”
The air shifts around me. Her scent surrounds me again.
She curls her hand around mine. “I’m here, Sterling. You’re not alone. I never left.”
Chapter 9
______________
Caitlyn
LETTING OUT A LAUGH, he pulls me into him. I don’t get a chance to say anything. He’s too busy devouring my mouth. I know enough about men to know what he’s doing, where he’s coming from, what he wants. But he did promise to stop if I asked him to.
“Why did you turn down the lights?” he asks.
“I wanted to be the same as you.” It’s silly. I know. Even with the dim illumination, I can probably see more than he can. But it’s a way to connect, to let him know I’m the same as him.
“You’re not the same.”
When I start to voice a protest, he brushes his
Does she really need to ask? Very well. “Kiss you, taste you. Have my wicked way with you.” I love bite her collarbone so she knows what to expect.
Her breath harshes as her heart goes to double time. She likes what I’m doing to her. There’s a lot more. If she’s willing to take a chance.
“Will you stop if I ask you to?” Her question comes out as a whisper.
Pure lust shoots through me. My cock hardens, thickens. She’s tempted by my offer. And that’s more than I had before. “Yes.” Even if I have to twist myself into knots.
She doesn’t do anything but stand there, more than likely weighing the consequences of what will happen if she stays. “I think I should go.”
“I’ll understand if you do. But”—I capture her hand in mine, bring it to my lips, lick the pulse in her wrist—“don’t you want to know?” I’m not playing fair, but I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want this innocent rose.
“Know what?”
“How good we can be? I can make you feel things you’ve never felt, take you to places you’ve never been.” I wrap my hand around the hair she’s left loose down her back and pull so I can have better access to her mouth.
“How do you know what I’ve felt, where I’ve been?” Her voice’s gone breathless.
“I know everything about you, Caitlyn.” Teasing a finger beneath her dress’s spaghetti strap, I play with it.
Pushing my hand away, she comes upright. “You checked me out?” She sounds offended. I don’t know why. Any other employer would have investigated her.
But strangely enough, I never got around to it. “No.”
“Then how do you know?”
“Every word you speak, every sound you make, your scent, your actions. You reveal yourself to me in ways you can’t comprehend. I know you’re innocent.”
She jerks. “I’m not. I had a boyfriend.”
“Maybe you’re no longer a virgin, but trust me, you’re innocent of men, of the myriad of ways they can own your body, own you.”
She lets out a shaky breath. “And you’re going to change that?”
“I will, if you let me.” She’s teetering on the edge of consent but fearful of taking the leap into the unknown.
“And what will you do to me? Specifically, I mean?”
“Oh, my sweet Caitlyn. I will do things with you, not to you. There is a difference, you know. And it requires your approval. If you want to know, all you have to do is lock the door and stay.” From the moment I met her, I sensed her innate goodness. I want to surround myself with that innocence, that lack of subterfuge, even while I try my best to seduce her. I’m a bastard, I know.
On slow steps she walks toward the entrance to the library. The door opens and closes.
I whoosh out a breath. “Well, that’s that.” Hard and aching for her, I lean my head against the bookshelf. Should have known. She’s too pure, too innocent to take a chance on me. And who wants a blind man to make love to you?
Something snips, and the light dims. The little I could see is gone. Did she abandon me to the dark? Is that my punishment for trying to seduce her? Panic beats at me. “Caitlyn?”
The air shifts around me. Her scent surrounds me again.
She curls her hand around mine. “I’m here, Sterling. You’re not alone. I never left.”
Chapter 9
______________
Caitlyn
LETTING OUT A LAUGH, he pulls me into him. I don’t get a chance to say anything. He’s too busy devouring my mouth. I know enough about men to know what he’s doing, where he’s coming from, what he wants. But he did promise to stop if I asked him to.
“Why did you turn down the lights?” he asks.
“I wanted to be the same as you.” It’s silly. I know. Even with the dim illumination, I can probably see more than he can. But it’s a way to connect, to let him know I’m the same as him.
“You’re not the same.”
When I start to voice a protest, he brushes his
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