Tell Me You Love Me

When the locked clicked and the door opened there was no talking, no hesitation! Their mouths met and bodies connected, he picked her up and sat her on the dresser, tearing her slacks off he bit the inside of her thigh and looked up at her. “Tell me you love me,” he said. His fingers slipped inside, she gripped the dresser and moaned, “make me!” He pushed her panties to the side and covered her heat with his lips. “I will he thought! I will!”

She stood in the hallway, her fingertips tapping the hotel door. Not knocking, but thinking. In the back of her mind she just didn’t know if he was telling the truth.

Her body wanted this, her heart needed this, her mind craved this. She was far from innocent, far from a virgin. She’d been brought to orgasm by plenty of men, shared her body and soul on four different continents and didn’t regret one moment.

But none of the men touched her mind like he did. None of them made love to her before they touched her like he did. And that scared her because she could handle dick, she could handle assholes or guys that were too nice. But she didn’t know how to handle being vulnerable. When he looked at her, the intensity in those brown eyes made her heart beat faster and the space between her thighs…

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