made my skin crawl. I kept pushing through it, but I freaked out on him, and he had to stop when he was only halfway in me.
Our friendship ended soon after. I was embarrassed. He took it personally. I attempted to date a few times after that but could never get past kissing anyone. No one could touch me in any intimate way without me hating it.
The craving I have to be like other women and have a relationship full of passion and intimacy hasn't diminished. But I've trained myself to be realistic. It's just not in the cards for me.
Now, with Malin, I wonder if it's possible.
Something about his underworld sounds dangerously sexy. I know it's wrong for me to think that, but what if I could help him? Then my life would be worth something.
Surely women play some role in this evil organization?
He leans into my ear and says something in French. His tongue flicks against my lobe, and I inhale sharply as zings ricochet down my spine. Every time he speaks French, my lower region pulses and my nipples tingle.
I want to be a sexy woman whom he can't resist, not this naive woman.
Be brave.
I push my chin out and, in Spanish, say, "I want to have sex with you."
He freezes. His hot breath hits my neck. It's an inferno compared to the night air. "I don't know Spanish, ma belle. But sexo sounds like sex to me."
Be brave. Be brave. Be brave.
I move my face in front of his and attempt a sexy expression. "It does."
The gray in his eyes turns light blue. His cock twitches beneath me, and I grind against it. His chest rises and falls faster, and he laces his fingers in my hair, palming my head. "How many men have you been with, ma belle?"
My cheeks singe. I bite my lip.
"I want to know," he quietly says.
Be a woman, not a little girl.
My insides quiver, and I stop moving my lower body on him. "Zaka and one other guy in my twenties. But I had to stop."
His face hardens. "Zaka doesn't count. It wasn't your choice, and you were a child."
I turn away, but he forces me back. "This other guy...he was your age?"
I nod.
"Then you've not been with a real man?"
"No," I whisper.
His erection pulses against my clit that's dying to feel what he gave me earlier in the river.
He says something in French, and I don't recognize any words.
Be brave.
"Do you not want me?"
He traces my cheekbone. "I've wanted to make you mine since I opened the folder and saw your picture."
My heart soars. "Good. Make me yours." I lean forward and kiss him, circling my hips fast and tilting them so my clit rubs on it.
Possession and hunger grow with every kiss he returns until I'm moaning in his arms.
Life is breathed into me. Heat swathes my skin. Desperation to have him festers.
His hand slides under my shorts and between me and his cock.
I whimper, and he groans.
"You're so wet, ma belle."
"For you," I breathe.
He closes his eyes. When he opens them, they are engulfed in heat and torment.
My chest tightens. He's going to tell me no.
"Hold on a minute," he says.
I don't move, fearful he's rejecting me.
He digs in his backpack, pulls out a blanket, and spreads it out. In a quick move, he removes my shirt and flips me onto my back.
French fills the night air as he strokes my hair.
I tug at his T-shirt, and his warm flesh is a security blanket. I want to snuggle into it and never get out.
He kisses me deeply, and I reach for his pants, but he seizes my wrists. "I'm in charge, ma belle. If you don't like something, you tell me to stop. Don't keep going just to prove something."
How does he know what I've done in the past?
"Promise me, or I'm putting your shirt back on you."
I nod. "Okay. I'll say stop."
"Good." Lips, tongues, and teeth light me up with excruciating anticipation. He takes his time, moving slowly down my body, pausing at times to speak French while teasing my clit with his fingers.
His focus turns to my breasts.
An initial flashback of Zaka hits me, and I inhale quickly. He looks up and says something in French, and I relax. He kisses me, flicking his tongue in a way that makes my pussy throb.
Speaking more French, he refocuses on my chest. He drags his fingers over my fullness, licks my areolas with his tongue, and grazes his