Callahan
I kneel again, close the shirt and do the buttons like she had them. I don't want to. What I want is to hold her. To feel her skin against my skin.
What I want is more. And until she's willing to give as much as I want, I won't push.
No woman taught me consent and respect until her.
She lays her head back on my bed and takes a ragged breath in, watching me carefully. I wonder if she was unsure if I'd stop.
I slide off her, standing. I don't want to, but she needs to learn she can trust me to keep my word. I get the feeling she hasn't had many trustworthy men in her life.
"That wasn't too bad, was it?" I ask, finishing with the last button.
"It was horrible. " She sits up. I grin, close one hand around her thigh to stop her from standing.
"Was it? Are you sure about that or
