Page 20 of Dirty Secrets

“You do look like a girl,” he said slowly, and I scoffed.

“No, I look like a boy.” I started stripping and he averted his eyes, but he cleared his throat when he realized I wasn’t getting changed.

“Uh, Rae? Pajamas.”

“Look at me,” I demanded, almost falling on my face but managing to stay upright. “I don’t even have an ass.”

He blew out a breath, sliding his eyes to mine. He still didn’t look at me how I wanted though, telling me Devon was probably right. Maybe somethingwasgross about me.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. Can you put a shirt on?”

“Why won’t you look then? You like naked women,” I snapped, hating how my voice cracked slightly. “You look at everyone but me. So there must be something wrong.”

“You really need some sleep,” he murmured as he climbed out of bed and grabbed a shirt from my drawers, offering it to me. “You’re tired, drunk, and you’re upsetting yourself.”

“What’s wrong with my body? Just tell me,” I begged, smacking the shirt out of his hand and motioning down my body.

He finally dropped his gaze, and I hated not knowing what he was thinking as he seemed to take his time assessing me. I almost fell over but he took my arm, meeting my gaze.

“You’re gorgeous, Rae. There’s nothing wrong with your body, I promise.”

“Touch me then,” I challenged, stepping closer.

He bent down and retrieved the shirt on the floor, holding it open and shoving it over my head a little more roughly than necessary.

“I’m not doing this with you. Get in bed and go to sleep.”

His rejection hurt, and I climbed into bed with embarrassment, hating how he was looking at me. I was pretty sure it was the look of pity that you gave a dog just before you put it to sleep.

He climbed in beside me and had no problem pulling me closer now that my body was covered. I stared back at him as he watched me silently, and I enjoyed it way too much when he reached out to tuck my hair behind my ear.

My stupid heart forgot all about his rejection, melting from his soft touch as my bare legs brushed his, and I reached out to press my palm against his naked chest. His heartbeat was rapid under my touch, his voice stern. “Raven?—”

“Let me,” I said softly, tracing his pec with my finger as he continued to watch me.

I traced along his neck and across his jaw, my fingers brushing his bottom lip as he pulled back.

“You need to go to sleep,” he said tensely, going rigid as I shuffled closer. I pressed a kiss to his chest, dragging my lips up to his throat and kissing him there too. My arm slid around his middle and his muscles relaxed a little more as I gently nibbled his neck.

His breathing was loud in the quiet room as I explored his skin with my mouth, my fingers splayed out on his back to keep him close.

“Raven,” he forced out a little more weakly, his hand going to my hip as if to push me back, but he didn’t. If anything, he pulled me closer.

I lifted my head to meet his gaze, finding so much damn lust in his eyes that it almost took my breath away. He was looking at me in the way that he looked at the girls he was fucking, and my ego handled it in the only way I knew how.

I fucking kissed him.

He jerked back in surprise, but I followed him, sliding my hand around the back of his neck to encourage him closer, and I was pretty sure I moaned when he surrendered and kissed me back.

His kisses turned rough, desperate, and needy as his palm cupped my face and his dick dug into my stomach through his boxers, butterflies taking flight inside me as I took his hand and dragged it between my legs.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, those two words acting like icy water over him as his fingers made contact with my bare pussy, and he literally fell out of bed in his escape from me. “What are you?—”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Raven,” he growled, getting to his feet and taking a few steps back from me. “No, we can’t.”

“Why not? You didn’t like it?” I asked quietly, my new ego getting instantly bruised.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you lately, but I’m not fucking you,” he bit out, the words searing me in the chest. “You’re drunk as fuck and don’t know what you’re doing.”