Page 66 of It Must Be Love

"Fuck," he snapped, and I raised my eyes to look at him. He was seething with anger. "Are you telling me you haven't dated at all? Not even a drink with a guy?"

I swallowed. "I worried that if I did that, and we ended up in…you know, naked ways then…so I didn't." Why was he so angry?

"So, you've been living in fucking fear for eight years?" He prowled toward me, and for some reason, his temper made him even more handsome, and my panties got damp instantly.

"Not in fear…not all the time. Look, some of us—"

He kissed me. One of those long kisses with a whole lot of tongue and hands cupping my ass to lift me up to fit against his dick. He nibbled on my lips.

"We're going on a date, baby. Like a proper honest-to-god date. Now, do you want me to pick clothes for you?"

I was reeling after the kiss, and I'd have stumbled a little if he wasn't holding me. This man was confusing the living daylights out of me.

"I'm a grown-up," I replied huskily, "I can pick my own clothes."

"But you're worried about what I'll think."

That was true, so I pursed my lips. He kissed my lips and walked to my closet. He looked through things while I stood in my bra and panties and a terry robe, feeling uncomfortable as hell.

He threw some clothes on my bed. "You need me to pick out your underwear?" He walked to the dresser.

"I'm wearing underwear."

If I was bold, I'd flash him by opening my robe. Alas, I wasn't bold. As if again, reading my mind, he walked to me and untied the robe's sash. He parted the robe and looked at my Uniqlo functional black underwear.

"Your body is…this Krav Maga thing seriously works for you."

I licked my lips. "It does?"

He cupped my breasts, and I heard his breath shorten. He squeezed. "I love the muscles on your stomach. The way your thighs are so strong. When I saw you in the tank top that day, I admired your arms. I thought, this girl works out."

He pinched my nipples, and I moaned.

"Most women would kill to have a body like yours. I don't know what you're so worried about."

I looked down at my legs and then at him.

"You mention those scars as something negative, and I will spank the hell out of you."

Spank? I may be inexperienced, but I wasn't illiterate. I read. I knew all about BDSM.

I cleared my throat. "Do you…ah…are you into that?"

He grinned. "Are you asking me, Naya, if I'm into spanking? Domination?"

I nodded, not able to speak.

"I like control. I don't like to hurt women." He ran the back of his hands over the swell of my breasts.

I was a little disappointed. Since my scars didn't turn him off, maybe it would be fun to explore some sexual fantasies, thought the stupid virgin.

"But…I've dabbled, and when done right, pleasure and pain can come together beautifully. Would you like to learn?"

What?

He rubbed his thumb over my lip. "I'd love to make your pretty ass red and then fuck you in the ass. Would you like that?"

Oh my god! I had to change my panties now.