it, you didn’t. You mentioned screaming my name and my mind wandered.”
“I didn’t mention anything about screaming your name specifically; I was referring to the handiwork in the kitchen.”
“My mind knows that, Princess, but my cock doesn’t. All it heard was ‘screaming my name.’”
At that, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Enough stalling, spill it.”
“I’m not good at this talking shit. Especially to you, you’re so fucking with it. I’ve never brought a woman here, and until you, I never wanted to. So that bathroom talk was just bullshit because I didn’t know what else to say. Let’s just say chicks I tried to get to know weren’t big on getting to know me back.”
“What kind of women did you date? That seems pretty harsh to me.”
“Pretty much the opposite of you.”
“The opp — oh.” I stare at the floor trying to work out if what he said was a compliment or an insult, but it’s obvious my self-esteem is in the shitter when I’m ready to bail, because I can’t bear this kind of humiliation right now.
“Princess, wait,” he begins. “It was a compliment, I swear. The few I’ve dated were crazy at best and idiots at worst. You, though, you’re my fucking princess. You’re so goddamned perfect, that’s what I meant.”
“I’m not perfect, Jonas. Please don’t make me into something I’m not.”
“You’re perfect for me.”
“I don’t know how to be perfect for you. I don’t know how to walk straight around you half the time.”
“Just be you, that’s all I want. I may have dated some, but I’ve never had a serious girlfriend. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work, but I’m going to mess up, too. This is new for me, and I want to get it right. You’re it for me, Macy. No one else exists for me, just you.”
“We barely know each other.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“What happens when—”
When his face tenses up it causes me to tense up, so when he takes a step forward, I take one back. Whoa. What did I just miss? My eyes go round when he grabs my face and kisses the ever-loving shit out of me. Even though it’s damn near impossible to keep up with his moods, I can totally work with this.
M aking her face fall like that physically hurt. Why I can’t just talk to her without causing her pain is beyond me. So I give it to her straight, needing her to know that I can do this — fuck that — we can do this. But the Macy I know has an answer and ten questions for everything.
I couldn’t stand there another second listening to every excuse she could come up with for us not to be together. I mean, she’s wicked smart so she could do this shit for hours. Instead, I went with flooding her senses. By that, I mean sticking my tongue down her throat to shut her up.
For about three seconds I was worried I fucked up again. But when she fisted my hair and moaned? (She did moan, too; no chick has ever fucking moaned for me before and meant it).
I’m not embarrassed to say I lost my shit a little.
She did this thing with her tongue I swear was illegal. She was so skilled, I swear it felt like she had multiple tongues.. My eyes wanted to roll back even though they were closed, and I can safely say that’s a first. We were consuming each other, and it was everything I’d hoped it’d be and more. For some insane reason, I wanted all of our firsts to be together, like Rogan and Venessa, and even the sane part of me knew that wasn’t fair. Logically, we’ve been with other people, but the thought of her with someone else — possibly multiple someone elses — killed the moment for me. Then I thought of her with Briggs, thought of her fisting his hair. I wanted to control my anger, I really did, but then the thought of him taking what she offered then using it to hurt her … it was just too much.
I said she was wicked smart, didn’t I? Yeah, well, she picked up on it immediately.
She steadied her breathing and backed away.
“I didn’t mention anything about screaming your name specifically; I was referring to the handiwork in the kitchen.”
“My mind knows that, Princess, but my cock doesn’t. All it heard was ‘screaming my name.’”
At that, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Enough stalling, spill it.”
“I’m not good at this talking shit. Especially to you, you’re so fucking with it. I’ve never brought a woman here, and until you, I never wanted to. So that bathroom talk was just bullshit because I didn’t know what else to say. Let’s just say chicks I tried to get to know weren’t big on getting to know me back.”
“What kind of women did you date? That seems pretty harsh to me.”
“Pretty much the opposite of you.”
“The opp — oh.” I stare at the floor trying to work out if what he said was a compliment or an insult, but it’s obvious my self-esteem is in the shitter when I’m ready to bail, because I can’t bear this kind of humiliation right now.
“Princess, wait,” he begins. “It was a compliment, I swear. The few I’ve dated were crazy at best and idiots at worst. You, though, you’re my fucking princess. You’re so goddamned perfect, that’s what I meant.”
“I’m not perfect, Jonas. Please don’t make me into something I’m not.”
“You’re perfect for me.”
“I don’t know how to be perfect for you. I don’t know how to walk straight around you half the time.”
“Just be you, that’s all I want. I may have dated some, but I’ve never had a serious girlfriend. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this work, but I’m going to mess up, too. This is new for me, and I want to get it right. You’re it for me, Macy. No one else exists for me, just you.”
“We barely know each other.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“What happens when—”
When his face tenses up it causes me to tense up, so when he takes a step forward, I take one back. Whoa. What did I just miss? My eyes go round when he grabs my face and kisses the ever-loving shit out of me. Even though it’s damn near impossible to keep up with his moods, I can totally work with this.
M aking her face fall like that physically hurt. Why I can’t just talk to her without causing her pain is beyond me. So I give it to her straight, needing her to know that I can do this — fuck that — we can do this. But the Macy I know has an answer and ten questions for everything.
I couldn’t stand there another second listening to every excuse she could come up with for us not to be together. I mean, she’s wicked smart so she could do this shit for hours. Instead, I went with flooding her senses. By that, I mean sticking my tongue down her throat to shut her up.
For about three seconds I was worried I fucked up again. But when she fisted my hair and moaned? (She did moan, too; no chick has ever fucking moaned for me before and meant it).
I’m not embarrassed to say I lost my shit a little.
She did this thing with her tongue I swear was illegal. She was so skilled, I swear it felt like she had multiple tongues.. My eyes wanted to roll back even though they were closed, and I can safely say that’s a first. We were consuming each other, and it was everything I’d hoped it’d be and more. For some insane reason, I wanted all of our firsts to be together, like Rogan and Venessa, and even the sane part of me knew that wasn’t fair. Logically, we’ve been with other people, but the thought of her with someone else — possibly multiple someone elses — killed the moment for me. Then I thought of her with Briggs, thought of her fisting his hair. I wanted to control my anger, I really did, but then the thought of him taking what she offered then using it to hurt her … it was just too much.
I said she was wicked smart, didn’t I? Yeah, well, she picked up on it immediately.
She steadied her breathing and backed away.
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