Chapter 38

Her uncertain smile tugged at him. Bullshit. It tore a huge hole in his chest. She wanted to know if he was okay. She wanted to know if she’d rocked his world. No and hell yes, in that order. And if she stayed another hour, she wouldn’t be smiling anymore. She’d be fucked—literally. Now that he’d been inside her, staying out of her pussy really wasn’t an option. If she was still here in an hour, she’d be flat on her back. He’d be buried balls deep. And it would be a huge mistake.

Sex with a virgin, even one as practical as Kimber, usually led to visions of romance and white lace and matching monogrammed towels. It brought heartache, pain, and tragedy. She had no way of knowing that. She’d offered herself to him spontaneously, and a terrible thought occurred to him: she had feelings for him, maybe even believed she loved him. She probably thought she could “fix” him.

Impossible. He wasn’t equipped to give her the sort of happily ever after she deserved.

Deke sighed. God, h