She ached slightly, and her skin was overly sensitive. Even the sheets rubbing against her limbs stirred her awareness. For one blissful moment, she enjoyed it. Then her mind caught up and she remembered the rest, the way he’d controlled her and their encounter. That wasn’t at all what she’d intended and he knew it. Why had he insisted on seducing her that way? She wasn’t well-versed in the ins and outs of male anatomy, but she was fairly sure his organ worked without bringing her to climax with his hand first. He’d done that part just because he’d wanted to. He’d told her so, whispering those words in her ear while she was still vibrating with pleasure. “I love watching you come.” Her face flamed remembering it. And her traitorous body responded, too, although not exactly with embarrassment. She could not let him in. He was untrustworthy, and had broken her too many times already.
