Page 57 of Filthy Dirty Dom

He took in a shaky breath.

He knew he was vulnerable. Lying in bed like this with her, his protective instincts the highest they’d ever been, he knew he wasn’t thinking clearly.

But he also knew that if he didn’t kiss her again, if he didn’t touch her, breathe her in, consume her, a part of him would die and never be resurrected.

He pushed back the hair from her face. “I’ve changed my mind.”

Eyes wide, Leslie sucked in a breath. “You have?”

He nodded. “I want the month you offered. Or at the very least, I want whatever time we have here together until we get you safely back home.”

She considered this. Then teased, “So you’ll not only protect me until I’m safe, but you’ll also fuck me until I’m satisfied?”

God, he wanted to swallow her whole right now. Wanted to kiss her smiling face until she was gasping for breath and begging for mercy. “If that’s what you want, yes.”

Her eyes flared, and he knew she was imagining it. At the same time, she assessed him. Then she swallowed hard and said, “You’re always so honest with me, Alex. Before we continue—and we will continue—I need to be honest with you.”

“What about?”

“Not only have I never been heavily into kink before, but well…I’m a virgin, Alex.”

What the fuck?

Shock reverberated through him and he almost pulled away, but as if expecting this, Leslie clutched him closer.

“I’ve fooled around plenty—”

“You’re a virgin and I took you to a goddamn sex club—”

“I’m not an innocent, Alex.”

“You are the very definition of innocent, Leslie,” he shot back.

“You know that’s not true. Just because I’ve never actually had a man’s cock inside my vagina does not mean I’m innocent.”

Fuck, fuck, he thought. He sat up, finally lifting his hands from her body—about fucking time, Alex—and raking his palms over his face.

Leslie sat up, as well.

He looked at her. “You have to know this changes things.”

“Does it, Alex? Why?”

“Because—because…”

She cocked a brow at him. “What does it matter? We’ll be over in a month. In less than a month. When we’re over, I’ll be a little more knowledgeable and experienced about what I want. And you, Alex, can move on, knowing you gave me something special, maybe even something that will make me more confident about finding the man I’m truly meant to be with.”

The man—the dom—she was truly meant to be with, she meant.

The very idea made him recoil.

He wanted her. He’d always wanted her.

And the knowledge that he could be her first…

Fate was a motherfucking bitch.

But then he knew that already.