Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

Coming on her pretty red lips.

Fuck, I've taught her too well. Blood is fleeing my brain at an alarming rate.

We're here for a reason.

But it's eluding me at the moment.

Bella laughs. "You're distracting."

"Speak for yourself."

She recrosses her legs and pulls her dress down her thigh. "Does that help?"

"Yeah, but I prefer it the other way."

Her voice gets serious. "I… I do want to talk."

I want to fuck her, hard.

But we need to have this conversation.

I nod and scoot far enough away to get my cock to settle down.

Bella smiles. "This sounds silly, but I really like when you look at me like that."

"Like I want you naked, under me, screaming my name?"

She blushes. "It makes me feel sexy. I've never felt like that before."

I cock a brow. Her voice is even. Her expression is earnest. Even so— "I have a hard time believing that."

"I've only been with two guys before you. One was a fling before law school. No time for that. Stan, he wasn't verbal about that kind of thing. We had sex. And it was fine. He was attentive. But I kept thinking I needed to be what he wanted, to act how he wanted, to please him—"

"Did he get you off?"

"He tried, but I couldn't usually relax enough. I got anxious when he'd go down on me. Or when he touched me. I guess I shouldn't talk about sex with my ex-boyfriend."

"It's fine."

"It doesn't bother you."

A little, but— "I want to hear it."

"I guess I thought it should be all about him, about what he wanted. He wasn't selfish, but he didn't… well he didn't ever ask if I wanted to come on his face or his hands first in this way that made it clear that he needed me coming." She blushes as she stares into my eyes. "Joel, you're the only person I've ever known who makes me feel like what I want matters to you."

"It does."

"I know." She bites her lip. "And not just with sex, though I do appreciate it during sex. When I'm with you, I feel strong. Like I can stand up for myself. Like I might actually be able to figure out my life."

I offer her my hand.

She takes it. Her eyes go to her engagement ring. "I want to hear about your parents."

As much as I hate the subject, this is important.

Nobody really knows about my life.

Nobody except Kit and Daphne, and they only know because they were there for so much of it.