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wasn’t. Not really. He did not deserve the gift she declined to bestow upon him, the gift that he was finding it damned difficult not to take.
    “I—it’s not that,” she said, closing her eyes against the roiling confusion of emotion. “I’m saving myself for my wedding night.”
    Mick’s eyes widened, then narrowed: “You have got to be kidding me.”
    Sonia’s eyes narrowed, too, at his incredulity. She set her hands flat against his chest and shoved. “Get off me.”
    Mick wanted to howl with disappointment, but he edged backward. He could get damned near any woman he wanted with nothing more than a wink and a smile; he would not resort to force. Sonia scrambled into a sitting position and scooted away from him.
    “I am not kidding you,” she said, her voice low, intense, throbbing. “This is important to me, to who I am. I’m not … I’m not like … well … you know.”
    “You’re not like your slutty roommate,” he shot back. The words felt like gravel spewing from this throat and his still-engorged dick still strained for release.
    ”No, I’m not,” she snapped as she looked for her bra. Finding it, she jerked it back on, grimacing as the wet spot settled coldly over her right nipple. She crawled off the bed and picked up her shirt and shrugged it on. As she buttoned it, her shoulders slumped and she said, “Look, Mick, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease or lead you on. I’m really sorry. I’ll just go now and I won’t bother you anymore.”
    Shame—something Mick had seldom, if ever, experienced—swelled to mix with regret. Damn it, she was taking responsibility for something that had not been her fault and the guilt of it shamed him. He reached out to catch her hand, somehow knowing that if he let her leave now, then he would lose something good and precious.
    “Wait,” he bade her as his hand curled around hers. She tugged, but he did not let go. His other hand ran through his hair. “Please, wait. Just a moment.”
    Sonia stopped tugging and relented. She waited while he gathered his thoughts.
    “You didn’t,” he said slowly, making sure to gaze at her directly as he spoke. ‘You didn’t lead me on and you’re not a cock tease.”
    Her expression softened and her eyes flickered downward, drawn to the impressive bulge still filling the front of his pants. A small smile curved one side of his mouth.
    “If you keep looking at it, it won’t go away.”
    Her cheeks flamed red and she bit her lip in consternation. But her eyes seemed fixed on his crotch as though she did not know how to look away. He could feel his greedy cock swell even more and he groaned, palming himself through the fabric.
    “I need relief,” he said honestly. “You can do that or I can do that. But I need it now and you need to make a decision.”
    Her startled gaze flew upward to meet his intense one.
    “You don’t have to lose your V-card to do this,” he coaxed even as he slowly drew her toward him. She did not resist. He could see the pulse at her throat flutter rapidly as her breath quickened. Oh, she wanted to, even if she could not admit it.
    “H-how?” she whispered.
    “Oh, baby, I just need your hands and mouth.”
    Sonia swallowed the lump of nervousness that clogged her throat. She understood what he meant. She read books, romance novels that could get pretty explicit.
    “I’ve n-never done that,” she confessed when he brought her to a slow halt. She stood between his spread thighs.
    “In the state I’m in, you won’t have to do it for very long,” he said, his voice beginning to show strain.
    She averted her gaze, then looked at him again. Once again, she bit her lip and worried at it.
    “Do you want me to take it out for you?” he asked.
    Her gaze flickered downward, then back up. She replied with an almost imperceptible nod. He released her hand and unfastened the button at his waistband and unzipped the fly. He groaned with the slight relief as his cramped dick