“I want you to stop.” She did. She didn’t. She couldn’t make up her mind. But she held his wrists to prevent him from going further.
For what seemed like forever, he studied her face. Then he pried her hands from his wrists. “And if I believed you, I would. You’re not crazy about doing this outside, but the last thing you want is for me to stop. You’d be very disappointed if I took you at your word.”
“No.” She groaned and her knees locked, but the muscles in her thighs went slack. He peeled her jeans down. The moisture smeared between her legs cooled as the breeze kicked up.
“Yes.” He shoved his hand in his pocket. “I want the truth, Oriana. You know I’m disappointed in you, and you’ll do anything to make it up to me, won’t you?”
Anything? She watched him pull something out of his pock
