Her lips are the softest thing I’ve ever felt, and every time her tongue darts out to taste mine I barely control the beast lurking at the edge of my consciousness. I need to take things with Ayvah slow and allowing him to take over would be the exact opposite of slow.
The beast would have her naked and be buried inside her before she can take her next breath, and that’s not what she needs right now. She needs me to prove to her I’m not going to hurt her again like I did today, and I need to prove that to myself. I need to know I can be trusted with her, because otherwise I may have to consider doing the unthinkable.
I might have to let her go.
Our kiss is over too soon, but I have to drag myself away. I can’t lose myself in her the way I want to, because I won’t be able to stop. I rest my forehead on hers, our breaths mingling and something inside me settles. The part of me that has always felt wild and unruly, clicks into place and allows me to breathe for the first time in what feels like a lifetime.
Ayvah’s cheeks are the most beautiful shade of pink as a blush makes its way down her neck and to her exposed cleavage. Doc removed her jacket when he was looking her over, and she’s left in nothing but a camisole and a pair of cotton panties. Fuck she looks delicious and it takes everything in me not to devour her right here and right now.
“Now, what were you saying, baby girl?” I rumble.
Her mouth opens but immediately pops closed when no words come out. She stares up at me with big brown eyes and swollen pink lips, and it’s all I can do not to take the perfect pouty pillows again and again.
“Get back into bed, Ayvah,” I command, finally dragging myself away from her and crossing the room.
She tracks my movements and when her eyes make contact with the bulge in the front of my pants and widen at the sight, I can’t help but feel a little smug.
Soon, baby girl, soon.
