Taming Lo: A You and I Novel Read Online Free PDF Page B

I envision this.
    Usually men are so gentle with me. Afraid to make a
mistake. I think a lot of them hope that if they make a good enough
impression, treat me like a real lady, maybe they will be the one
that I change my rules for. What no one ever realizes is this is what
I need. A man. A real man to take me hard and rough, without apology.
    Why can't every man
fuck the way Dax does? It's not emotional. There's no intimacy. He is fucking me.
And I have never experienced anything like this in my entire life. My
third orgasm builds to the surface, and as it rips through me so
intense it's just as painful as it is pleasurable, I know Dax is at
his breaking point. His entire body goes rigid behind me and within
seconds he lets out a deep groan, pumping his erection in and out
until he has drained ever ounce of pleasure he can get before
collapsing down on top of me.
    His breath is hot against my skin, his heart beating
rapidly against my back. We both struggle to level out our breathing
as the last of the pleasure passes.
    “ That
was better than I imagined.” He smiles into my shoulder blade
before pulling out of me and pushing into a stand, crossing the room
to discard his condom in a nearby trashcan.
    “ I
aim to please.” I joke, finding it difficult to stand because
of how weak my body feels. My legs are wobbly and feel like they are
made of jello.
    “ And
please you definitely did.” He reappears in front of me,
pulling me into his chest. The action feels too good, too right and
immediately sends a panic seething through me. Sex I can do, intimacy
not so much.
    “ I
should go.” I say abruptly, backing out of his embrace and
reaching down to retrieve my dress from the floor.
    “ Already?”
He sounds surprised. I hear the rustle of material and turn just in
time to see him stepping into his boxers before crossing the room.
    I am pulling my dress straps back onto my shoulders when
he flips on a small lamp on the bedside table. I squint into the
brightness, my eyes having trouble adjusting to the light. Turning, I
find him staring at me curiously from his spot next to the bed.
    I
try to force myself not to look at his body. That incredible body
that at the moment, is covered only by a tight pair of black boxer
briefs. I dart my eyes back up to his face but there is not one piece
of him that isn't jaw dropping sexy and at the moment, I need him to not be
so fucking irresistible. Truth is, I just need to get the hell out of
here.
    “ It's
late. I have some things to take care of first thing in the morning.”
I immediately start making excuses even though I know it's a lie.
“This was fun.” I smile at him, my stomach twisting when
he takes a couple of steps towards me.
    “ It
was.” He agrees. “Let me get dressed and I will drive you
home.” He says, reaching down to retrieve his shirt from the
floor. I try not to look at his body again. I try not to get
distracted by his incredible build or those sexy as hell tattoos but
it's no use. I'm distracted.
    Shaking my head, I swipe my hand through the air. “No
need. I will call a cab.” I say, finding my shoes and then
walking out into the open living space of the room to find my coat.
    “ Lo.”
Dax's stern voice sounds from behind me. “Let me take you
home.” He says, stepping up next to me, my coat already in his
hands. Reaching out, I take it from him and quickly slip it on,
trying my best not to look up at his handsome face or those
breathtaking eyes.
    Why
do I feel like this? Why do I feel like if I look at him too long, I
won't be able to walk away? This has been the least intimate sexual
encounter I have had in a very long time and yet, I feel more
than I have ever felt.
    It's just his looks. I try to rationalize with myself.
The way he smells. It's that I have waited for this night for weeks.
That's all. I am just all over the place tonight and need to get away
from here.
    “ It's
not necessary.” I say, barely meeting his gaze. “Thank
you for