11
Dasia
My focus dropped to his lips, speeding up my heart rate. I jerked my head back to face the fire as the familiar want and aversion swirled together in my brain.
Tainted. Stained. The usual negatives whispered through my head.
“Do I make you nervous?” he asked, his voice low while leaning just a little closer so our knees brushed.
“A-a little.” God, I did not know how to talk to real men.
“In a good way or bad way?”
I shrugged, heat creeping up my neck. “You’re a tease.”
“And given the chance, I’d aim to please.”
Oh... My throat didn’t want to cooperate when I tried to swallow. “How?” I heard myself whisper, a rush of heat sweeping over me.
Devi let out a low groan and shifted. “Touching you. Tasting you,” he quietly repeated what he’d texted me earlier in the week.
My bo
