Although she kissed him with almost the same burning hunger he felt flowing through his veins and swelling his c**k, Edward still told himself she couldn’t want him, not as much as he wanted her.
He had just told her their story. Many thoughts and emotions had to be running through her. One of which he was sure would be pity. He didn’t need her pity and sure as hell didn’t want her in his bed if she was only feeling sorry for him. s**t had happened. They had survived. In a strange way, he was grateful for his past. If those drug dealers hadn’t grabbed him, he didn’t even want to imagine where he would be right now. Definitely not in a king-size bed with a sexy woman he couldn’t wait to sink his c**k into and enough money in the bank to buy an island.
His body hardened as blood rushed thr
