By the time daylight filtered through the curtain and Nathan walked down the stairs, she was no closer to making any sense out of her life. In fact, she wanted to hide and make every nasty and disgusting thing that happened last night in the kitchen, and later in the bed and bathroom, go away. Nathan sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap. She let him hold her close and laid her head on his shoulder. Dealing with what happened seemed easier when he was near. That fact frightened her. Alone and in the dark, she'd discovered how lost she felt. Whether that was because of the wanton behavior he'd drawn from her or the thought she was sick in the head for wanting him to strip her of all control and cause her pain. "You should've woke me," he murmured against her hair. What was she supposed to say? She needed time to herself without him owning her thoughts or making her think differently than she'd always believed in. Knowing she effortlessly gave up her control to say no, to stop, and instead acted as if she couldn't live without him slapping her ass or fucking her hard enough she felt every step down the stairway earlier.
What do You think about Hurting To Feel (Carpool Dolls)?
