Protect Me: Oakville Series:Book Three by Kathy-Jo Reinhart Page B

own hands. If you know what I mean ;)
    Again, I sit here anxiously waiting for her reply. I feel like a teenager again, trying to get the hot girl in school to talk to me. God, this woman twists me in knots, but in a good way. I put my ear up to the wall. I can hear footsteps on the hardwood floor, as if she’s pacing back and forth. After about five minutes pass with no response, I can no longer wait. Jumping up from my bed, I take another gulp of whiskey for courage. Stopping in my bathroom, I brush my teeth and use some mouthwash to get rid of the whiskey breath. I’m nowhere near drunk and I don’t want Holly thinking I am because she can smell it on me. Once I’m sure the evidence of my liquid courage is gone, I make my way to Holly’s door. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart. I don’t want to startle her, so I type out a message on my phone.
    Open your front door.
    I can hear her giggle when she receives my text. Within a few minutes, I can hear the clicks of her many locks being unlocked. Slowly, the door opens and my jaw hits the floor. Her long, silky legs are on display, thanks to the very short flannel shorts she’s wearing. As my eyes travel up past her flat stomach, I feel myself begin to strain against my zipper. Her tits look perfect in the tight tank top she’s wearing. The hottest part is how she’s looking at me. Her eyes scan every inch of me, as if she is starving and I’m a feast set in front of her. I’ve never had anyone look at me the way she is. And when she licks her lips, I just about blow in my jeans. Getting myself under control, I step closer to her. Her face instantly flushes and her breathing becomes faster.
    “Are you gonna let me in, doll face?” I ask as I lazily run my finger from her shoulder down her arm. Goose bumps form all over her body from the contact. I love how the littlest touch or softest words cause her body to react.
    “If you think I’m letting you in here just so you can fuck me you are sadly mistaken,” she says, her voice shaky. She’s just as turned on as I am, but she’s nervous. I’m getting the feeling she has only been with one guy, maybe two at the most. She’s not the type of girl who sleeps around. For the first time in my life, I’m ashamed of how many women I’ve slept with. Right now, is about her, though. I’m not here for me and I need her to know that.
    “I never said anything about fucking you. I said I would give you what that toy couldn’t. There are several ways to accomplish that without fucking you. Can I at least come in to talk about it? I’ll tell you what I have in mind and you can decide if you’re up for it. I would never do anything you don’t want me to. If you tell me to leave, I’m gone.” She eyes me carefully, considering my offer. She steps back and opens the door, allowing me to step inside. I walk past her and it takes every ounce of will power I have not to take her in my arms and show her how turned on I am. I can’t do that though, as much as I want to. She’s nervous, maybe even a little scared. I have to be very careful with her. Move very slowly. Make her see she can trust me. That I would never hurt her. Someone has really done a number on her and if I’m ever face to face with the bastard, he’ll be sorry. I sit on the couch and wait for her to sit next to me. When she sits, she makes sure there’s an appropriate amount of space between us.
    “Neither of us is in a place where we want a relationship, but we both have needs and wants, right?” I pause to make sure she’s with me so far. When she nods her head yes, I continue. “I won’t lie. I’m attracted to you, more than I’ve ever been to any other woman. I get the feeling you’re attracted to me as well.” Again, she nods yes. “We’re both adults who know what we want and what we don’t. Since we’re attracted to each other, why not meet each other’s needs and wants together? And before you ask, no,