Max slowly turned Lark in his arms, his heart breaking at the tears on her cheeks. He knew she was feeling rejected. All he wanted was to protect her from making a mistake she would regret in the morning. He couldn’t deny he was also protecting himself. If she ended up hating him for taking advantage of her vulnerability, he’d never forgive himself.
He stared into the blue eyes which with each passing day were becoming an addiction to him and gave a sad smile. “Please don’t cry. These beautiful eyes should never shed a tear, especially over me.”
“I’m hurt, Max. I don’t understand why you don’t want me.”
He boldly took her hand and placed it on his rigid shaft, feeling the electrical zap from a simple touch her skin on his. It twitched against her palm, and he watched the way she swallow
