“That you were made for me. Once you let go and finally allow yourself the freedom to break the chains of conformity you’ve wrapped around yourself….” I stepped forward, spread my arms to span the length of the shower, and leaned in toward Kirby. “I’m going to fuck you the way you’ve only ever dreamed about, and no one will ever be what you need but me. I’m the part of you that’s been missing.”

Her brow cocked up, and so did the length between my legs with that single look of challenge. “You’re pretty confident.”

“No, I’m very confident, Sunshine….” Reaching out, I snatched her chin in my hand, forcing her to step closer. “You’ll see.”

I stared at her full lips and wanted to take another taste, but I needed to wait. She needed to say the words first. The moment the words left her mouth was the moment she took the final steps toward accepting who she really was.

Stepping back, I released her chin. “Now be a good girl and hurry up and get clean. I really want to get out of these wet jeans.”

Chapter 28

KIRBY

I’d never wanted to strangle a man so much in my life and that said a lot considering who I’d been dating. The ache between my legs was still messing with my mind and was only enhanced when said male decided to strip fully in front of me. He took his time wandering around his work area. As hard as I tried, I found myself staring at his hard body and the toned lines of his legs, ass, and abs. He had an assortment of intricate tattoos, and then there would be this odd one like the angel and devil fucking on his ass cheek that didn’t seem to fit with his personality. This struck me as strange, and not Cain-like. Either way, they were sexy and made him look even more dangerous, if that was possible. When he walked toward me, he was talking about something I couldn’t comprehend because his hard cock bounced in front of him. I knew what he was doing, yet I still couldn’t peel my eyes away. Hello hormones, goodbye logical thought.

Cain finally put on track pants that he pulled out of some cupboard in the wall, but it didn’t help. The constant swaying of his cock was still apparent even with the stupid pants on, and the situation only managed to play with my brain. As a final bit of torture, he laid down behind me.

Are you fucking kidding me?

How was it you could concurrently want nothing to do with someone and want them to promise you the world and never leave you? My mind was a mess, my body was in worse shape, and I didn’t even dare look at the thing I called a heart, because it flat-out scared me.