“Wanting to be a filmmaker?”

I swallow a big ball of anxiety in my throat. I never talk about this. But before I know it, the words are spilling out.

“No, to be an orphan. I won’t go into details, but I was left on my own at a young age too. I was in the system. I know how difficult it can be. And I know how it feels, to have a burning passion inside of you, but no one there to give you a helping hand. I don’t want you to miss out on this opportunity.”

She swallows audibly. “That means so much to me. Really. If I was prouder, I’d say no. But all I’ll say is… thank you, Kayden. From the bottom of my heart.”

As we come to a red light, I reach into my inside pocket and take out my phone. “Put your number in here. I’ll text you so you have mine. And then you can text me letting me know what time you need to be picked up.”

“Only if you’re sure?”

I smirk over at her, silhouetted by the street lamps, her youthful cheeks blooming red. It makes me wonder just how deeply I could make her blush if she’s going to turn completely firetruck red when I get her naked and start smoothing my hands all over her perfect curvaceous body.

“I’m sure, Kyra. Come on.”

I unlock my phone and hand it to her. Our fingers brush as she takes it. I hold my hand there for a moment, savoring the feeling of her fingertips against mine, as that same electricity sparks between us.

Somebody honks their horn behind us. The light having changed colors.

I withdraw my hand with an effort and continue driving us toward her apartment.

As she types her number into my phone, I try to convince the animal inside of me to calm down, to take a breath before I unleash the full passion of my desire. My cock hardens even more as I glance at her, especially at the way her shirt hugs her breasts, making me squeeze the steering wheel so hard it almost cracks.

Every breath she makes goes straight to my base, my helm bulging as though roaring at me to fuck her right now, to stop delaying and make her mine.

She finishes typing in her number and hands my phone back to me. Our fingers brushing again and I let out a groaning noise. I must sound like a madman, but I can’t help myself.

I feel like I’m going crazy, being so close but not touching her.

“Thank you for this, Kayden,” she murmurs. “I know I’ve already said that. But I guess…”

“What?” I say when she trails off and turns to the window.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” I almost snap, my words rough.

Nothing you say is meaningless, Kyra. You don’t have to be ashamed of your feelings.

I leave that unsaid as I focus on the road, trying to pretend I’m not as eager for her as I really am.

“I’m not used to people randomly being nice to me, I guess.”

“Well, that’s a damn shame.” My voice is rough with rage, passion splitting me right down the middle. “If people are cruel to you, it’s because they’re insecure motherfuckers who need to take a long hard look in the mirror, Kyra. You’re a good person.”

She giggles. My balls throb, they’re so damn full. My cock jerking in my pants. I feel like roaring.

“How can you say that when we’ve only just met?”

I glance over at her with a smirk. “Maybe I’m just good at reading people.”

I don’t tell her the truth, that my heart is telling me she’s a good person, the animal buried deep inside of me is telling me she’s going to make an incredible mother. She wouldn’t smile at me if I unleashed all that insanity on her.

She’d run, and I have to remember that. I have to remember what’s at stake here.

If I scare her away, I lose the woman I’ve been waiting my whole life for.

We arrive at her apartment building. I bite down as I study it, the paint chipping on the exterior, the front door propped open with a cinderblock. Graffiti covering the walls, some of it half-finished as if the criminals in these parts can’t even be bothered to complete their crimes.

The thought of my woman going in there makes me want to lock the doors, drive her into the city, and take her to one of my apartments.

I turn to face her. She’s looking up at me, a soft smile on her face, her blue eyes so captivating I can’t stop thinking about kissing her, about how her lips would taste, about the muffled moaning noises she would make.

I’m doing it.

I leaned forward, despite the warning signals blaring in my head.

I’m going to crush her lips with mine.

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