enough. I can’t go outside in the daylight. Ever.”
“You
yelled at me for opening the drapes,” I murmur, thinking out loud.
“Yeah,
I’m sorry. I sort of panicked.” His expression is devastating. “I didn’t want
you to know. You’re the only person who doesn’t look at me and see a freak.”
My
arms tighten around him. “You’re not a freak. Don’t say that.” Silence falls
between us for a moment before I ask, “You have to stay in the dark?”
“Not
exactly. I have to avoid natural light.”
“So,
if it’s cloudy or raining?”
“Doesn’t
matter. Ultraviolet rays still filter through. I can’t leave the house between
dawn and sundown. It makes it impossible to have a normal life. I want you,
Zoe. I want a relationship with you, but believe me, I understand if you don’t
want a boyfriend who’s basically nocturnal.”
My
heart shatters, not because I can’t be with him, but for the way he’s suffered.
No wonder each girl was temporary. Gone before sunrise. I adore the sunlight.
Even though I know it’s bad for me, sunbathing is one of my favorite past times
in summer. To live your whole life without feeling the sun on your skin. Shit.
I’m going to cry again.
“Have
you ever been able to go outside?” I ask, swallowing my tears.
“No.
I was diagnosed as a baby when the doctor noticed I was getting freckles.
Babies don’t usually develop freckles.”
I
run a fingertip across his cheek and down his nose. “I like your freckles.
They’re adorable.”
“I
believe you mean masculine and sexy.”
“Nope,
adorable. Your body is masculine and sexy.”
His
hands wander up my sides. “And yours is soft and curvy…perfect. I’m dying to
see your tits.”
“What
a romantic,” I snort.
“I
don’t know much about romance, but I can make you feel good. I can make you the
center of my world, worship you and this sexy little body.”
Fire
races through my veins and I’m sure he can hear my heartbeat. “I can live with
that,” I breathe, and his lips land on mine. They’re soft and insistent, and a
little moan escapes me when his tongue slips between my lips. I run my hands
through his soft hair, tilting my head to give him better access when he kisses
my neck. He shifts me until my back is against his chest and rests his chin on
my shoulder.
“Damn,
I’ve wanted to do that again since you turned up at my door,” he says, wrapping
an arm around my waist. I can tell he’s restraining himself because of the
situation. It’s a good thing, because if he kisses me like that again, I’m
going to attack him with my vagina. “I don’t want to take you here, with
tragedy surrounding us, but be warned, the first time I get you alone I’m going
to fuck you ragged.”
His
words and his hot breath on my ear make me squirm in his lap, and he chuckles.
“You like me talking dirty to you.” It’s a statement, not a question, and after
my reaction there’s no denying it. “You’re all worked up. I’ll bet you’re wet,
aren’t you?”
My
face heats, but I can’t stop the words from escaping. “See for yourself.”
A
low groan rumbles his chest, and he slides his hand down the front of my jeans,
into my panties. “Christ, you’re so ready. Now I have to make you come.”
No
arguments here.
Maybe
it’s not right. I shouldn’t be turned on with all that’s happened, but my body
doesn’t care. “Spread’em sweetheart,” he orders, using his other hand to undo
my jeans.
A
thick finger slides inside me, finding that perfect spot other men fumble
around for. His thumb lands on my clit and rubs gentle circles. My head falls
back against his shoulder and I’m almost embarrassed about how fast I come. I’m
barely aware of his voice in my ear as I gasp his name.
“Fuck,
I love to hear that. Next time you’re going to scream my name.”
Damn
it. The man just owned me. I’ve never come so fast. “Of course you love to hear
your name,” I tease, relaxing against
“You
yelled at me for opening the drapes,” I murmur, thinking out loud.
“Yeah,
I’m sorry. I sort of panicked.” His expression is devastating. “I didn’t want
you to know. You’re the only person who doesn’t look at me and see a freak.”
My
arms tighten around him. “You’re not a freak. Don’t say that.” Silence falls
between us for a moment before I ask, “You have to stay in the dark?”
“Not
exactly. I have to avoid natural light.”
“So,
if it’s cloudy or raining?”
“Doesn’t
matter. Ultraviolet rays still filter through. I can’t leave the house between
dawn and sundown. It makes it impossible to have a normal life. I want you,
Zoe. I want a relationship with you, but believe me, I understand if you don’t
want a boyfriend who’s basically nocturnal.”
My
heart shatters, not because I can’t be with him, but for the way he’s suffered.
No wonder each girl was temporary. Gone before sunrise. I adore the sunlight.
Even though I know it’s bad for me, sunbathing is one of my favorite past times
in summer. To live your whole life without feeling the sun on your skin. Shit.
I’m going to cry again.
“Have
you ever been able to go outside?” I ask, swallowing my tears.
“No.
I was diagnosed as a baby when the doctor noticed I was getting freckles.
Babies don’t usually develop freckles.”
I
run a fingertip across his cheek and down his nose. “I like your freckles.
They’re adorable.”
“I
believe you mean masculine and sexy.”
“Nope,
adorable. Your body is masculine and sexy.”
His
hands wander up my sides. “And yours is soft and curvy…perfect. I’m dying to
see your tits.”
“What
a romantic,” I snort.
“I
don’t know much about romance, but I can make you feel good. I can make you the
center of my world, worship you and this sexy little body.”
Fire
races through my veins and I’m sure he can hear my heartbeat. “I can live with
that,” I breathe, and his lips land on mine. They’re soft and insistent, and a
little moan escapes me when his tongue slips between my lips. I run my hands
through his soft hair, tilting my head to give him better access when he kisses
my neck. He shifts me until my back is against his chest and rests his chin on
my shoulder.
“Damn,
I’ve wanted to do that again since you turned up at my door,” he says, wrapping
an arm around my waist. I can tell he’s restraining himself because of the
situation. It’s a good thing, because if he kisses me like that again, I’m
going to attack him with my vagina. “I don’t want to take you here, with
tragedy surrounding us, but be warned, the first time I get you alone I’m going
to fuck you ragged.”
His
words and his hot breath on my ear make me squirm in his lap, and he chuckles.
“You like me talking dirty to you.” It’s a statement, not a question, and after
my reaction there’s no denying it. “You’re all worked up. I’ll bet you’re wet,
aren’t you?”
My
face heats, but I can’t stop the words from escaping. “See for yourself.”
A
low groan rumbles his chest, and he slides his hand down the front of my jeans,
into my panties. “Christ, you’re so ready. Now I have to make you come.”
No
arguments here.
Maybe
it’s not right. I shouldn’t be turned on with all that’s happened, but my body
doesn’t care. “Spread’em sweetheart,” he orders, using his other hand to undo
my jeans.
A
thick finger slides inside me, finding that perfect spot other men fumble
around for. His thumb lands on my clit and rubs gentle circles. My head falls
back against his shoulder and I’m almost embarrassed about how fast I come. I’m
barely aware of his voice in my ear as I gasp his name.
“Fuck,
I love to hear that. Next time you’re going to scream my name.”
Damn
it. The man just owned me. I’ve never come so fast. “Of course you love to hear
your name,” I tease, relaxing against
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