Rug Burns (Reviving Haven Book 2) by Cory Cyr Page B

a kiss is—ass. What I don’t understand is why you bothered. I obviously don’t stir your emotions.”
    He looked startled as well as confused. “What the hell are you talking about? Are you having a laugh at my expense? I kissed you because I want you, Weezie—very much.
    “I think our definition of want must be different. When you kissed me, I got wet. You got nothing. I mean really, Keenan. You had me lip-locked in a tight squeeze, so unless you’re hiding a Vienna sausage in your pants, you weren’t excited. I felt you, and there was nothing.”
    For a moment, he appeared embarrassed. Then he began chuckling under his breath. The bastard was actually laughing at me.
    “You think because I had no erection, I didn’t get excited? I spent years training my body not to grow aroused by certain stimuli. Remember all those half-naked print ads and book covers? When I was younger, I got a hard-on every time I stood next to a girl. It was awkward and embarrassing. I have major issues with my size. It’s not what you think. I’m not boasting. I’m just stating the facts. I’ve spent so much time programming my body not to respond; it’s become second nature to me. I’m so sorry you took it as me not desiring you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
    Wait. What? He was toting a kielbasa in his pants? How had I not heard about this? If it were true, it should have been documented on Google. What he said did make sense. I mean, who wants a male model getting a boner every time they’re photographed? Well, besides me. I’d buy the poster.
    “Were you truthfully aroused? Tell me.”
    He lowered his head until his lips met the shell of my ear. “I want to bury my cock so deep inside you they’ll need an excavation team to find it. I need you to understand with clarity that I am not immune to your charisma. The waiting is tough, but it will be worth it when we consummate our relationship. I know you have special attributes, and the truth is so do I. Our pairing should be quite explosive.”
    Fuck me. I was holding my breath. My heart beat in unison with my pussy. The floodgates were open and it was Niagara Falls. My skin felt stretched and heat flushed through me everywhere. My nipples tightened as my pupils dilated. I had always pooh-poohed sex talk and phone sex, but I was positive I almost choked on my tongue. My brain was a jumbled-up mess. The only words that stood out like a neon sign were cock and deep—oh, and maybe excavation. I’d never had much need for battery-operated dildos, but at this point, it was either that or picking up some random man. I’d been monogamous for a while now. The longest since I was a virgin.
    “Do you masturbate?” I swear the question just fell out of my mouth.
    Keenan didn’t look shocked or uncomfortable. “Normally, no. But because of you, lately, many times. If I didn’t, I would break my promise and bend you over your front railing before I really get to know you. I’m attempting something different with you, Weezie, but you can be a compelling reason to fall off the wagon.”
    Wow. This blond god beat off to me. I wondered what he thought about while he stroked himself.
    “Turnabout is fair play, Weezie. Do you dabble?” he asked in such a breathy whisper it made me shudder.
    “Does going over your pussy with the buff puff more than twice count?”
    He chuckled. “I’m not familiar with a buff puff, but I do love it when you say pussy. Do you come?”
    I hardly ever got embarrassed, but for some reason, what he asked made my cheeks burn. “Umm… no.”
    “You sound unsure. Never mind. Rest assured, when I make you come, there will be no doubts. Don’t climax without me. Wait for me. I want to be the one that stirs every emotion and makes your body surrender.”
    “Jesus, Keenan, stop. This is too much. Can’t we just fuck and get better acquainted after?”
    “I don’t think it works that way. Be patient, and I promise you will not be