He slid to the side of her. “Damn. You’ve killed me.”
She started to laugh. “It was a mutual killing.”
He rolled her over so they faced one another. Then he brushed back a few strands of hair behind her ear. “You feel okay? Not too sore?”
“No.” She blushed. “Not too sore.”
“You’re beautiful. That was amazing. Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me? I didn’t do anything.”
He kissed her lightly. “You gave me you. That’s everything. And as soon as I can move, I’ll go fix you a bath. It will help with any aches and pains.”
“That sounds like heaven.”
He ran a finger up her breast and lightly over her nipple. She shivered, even that slight touch almost too much for her sensitive nub.
“How the hell were you still a virgin?” he murmured, almost to himself.
She stiffened.
“It’s not a bad thing, baby,” he said quickly. “Not at all. It’s a little caveman of me, but I like knowing I’m the only one who has had you.”
“There is nothing little about you, including your caveman tendencies.”
“Thank you,” he said solemnly.
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“Then you’re not hearing it like I am.”
What did he mean? She thought back through what she’d said and shook her head with a blush. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“What? Are you saying I am little?” He looked down at his cock.
“Stop it!” She pushed at his chest. “You’re twisting my words.”
He cupped her breast. “The fact that every man who has been around you has been freaking blind just works in my favor as far as I’m concerned.”
“They haven’t been blind, it’s just that I—”
He placed his hand over her mouth. “If you’re about to say something derogatory, let me just remind you that it would be all too easy to roll you over and apply my hand to your bottom right now.”
“Like it’s never not easy for you to do that,” she griped as he removed his hand.
“You love it.”
Yeah, she kind of did.
“Fine.” She wouldn’t say what she’d been thinking. That no man would want her the way she was. Not just because he threatened to spank her but maybe she was starting to realize that her thoughts were kind of fucked up. Zeke obviously wanted her and he could have anyone.
“I suppose I’ve kind of held people at bay. Tyla and Britney, they offered to pay someone to fuck me once.”
He tensed beside her, his gaze growing arctic. Shit. Crap. Why had she told him that?
“Those bitches,” he spat out. “Why the fuck do you hang out with them?”
She shrugged. “Because they are bitches? Because I’m at no risk of actually caring about them and therefore. . .”