Chapter Thirteen
The first time I was in this bedroom I rescued her kitty. The second time I made her come. Both of those times I wanted to help Bea, but this time is completely different. It’s my own need that drives me as I lead her by the hand to the bed. The need to undress her and feel her naked skin against my own. It’s a wild animal inside me, this need. Gnashing and growling with hunger.
She’s trembling. I feel the tremors where my hand holds hers. There’s uncertainty in her eyes, enough to give me pause. Not enough to make me stop. I undress her with slow deliberation, undoing the small buttons at her back, then the zipper the rest of the way, revealing so much covered skin that I feel drunk with it.
Make this good for her.
I never have to remind myself of that. It’s always my
