Finally (Mature Men, #3) by Marilyn Lee

women since..."
    "Since you kicked my ass to the curb?"
    "That's not what happened."
    "That's exactly what happened." He smiled suddenly. "I still have a clear outline of your footprint on my ass to prove it."
    I bit my lip and then laughed. However, I sobered quickly. "That didn't stop you from bouncing back and falling into the arms and bed of how many silicone injected bimbos?"
    "Since you ask so politely, I've slept with five or six women since then." He shrugged. "Maybe seven."
    "Maybe seven women?" I blinked. "You've slept with seven women in the short time we...seven women in that short time?"
    "It seems an age since—"
    "It hasn't been an age. It's only been...how could you?"
    "How could I? Don't bother trying to make me feel guilty. I meant it when I promised you I wouldn't see or sleep with anyone else while we were a couple."
    "Did you really?"
    "Damn right I did. I kept my word. I had no interest in or desire to sleep with anyone else while we were a couple." He caressed my cheeks. "I slept with those women after you'd kicked my ass to the curb. Not a moment before. I never cheated on you."
    The fact that I believed him did little to mitigate my pain at the knowledge of how quickly he'd started sleeping with other women.
    "Your turn to confess, Sherlyn. Did you sleep with Reddorn?"
    "And if I say I did?" I challenged, hurt and angry at the number of women he'd bedded while I'd slept in miserable solitude night after night.
    "Did you?"
    "No," I whispered, praying he didn't ask me anything that would require me to either lie or tell the truth and risk him storming off in a jealous fit.
    He stared at me in silence.
    "I didn't sleep with him," I said again, desperate for him to believe me.
    "But he's done a lot more than kiss you. Hasn't he?"
    I moistened my lips. Even as my mind screamed that I didn't owe him anything—including an explanation of how far things had gone between me and Shane, I found myself nodding.
    He stiffened. "He's had his hands on you...touching you in places—"
    "You can't hold that against me," I said angrily. "Not when you admit to having actually fucked so many other women you're not sure if it's five or six or even seven! You whoring bastard!"
    "I'm a heterosexual male with a healthy sexual appetite. Fucking women is what I do," he said in a cool, angry voice.
    "Yeah? Well, I'm a woman and maybe I need to be fucked some time too without you trying to make me feel cheap and easy!"
    "You want to be fucked, Sherlyn?"
    "Yes, Thomas, I do!"
    "Then I'll fuck you," he said and pressed his lips against mine with a relentless force that ruthlessly curtailed any response I might have made.
    Despite the hostility and tension I felt in him, I just couldn't resist my need and desire for him. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back while his lips burned a moist, hot trail down from my mouth to my neck.
    He cupped my breasts in his hands and massaged them through my blouse as he continued to nip and lick at my neck.
    My emotions were off the scale. Even when he was clearly annoyed, I was drawn to him emotionally. Being with him was wonderfully different from being with any other man. Any intimacy with him—whether physical or emotional—touched something deep inside of me that I feared would always love and belong exclusively to him.
    Longing for another kiss, I curled my fingers in his hair. "Darkwater..." I whispered. "Please."
    "I'm going to please you, Sherlyn," he said. He disengaged my fingers from his hair and knelt in front of me.
    I bit my lip and stared down at him. The thought of his mouth and tongue sampling my pussy again quickly roused my passions. Do it. Eat me. Please.
    When he pushed my dressed up and rubbed his cheek against my belly, I felt as if he'd lit a match inside me.
    He tongued my belly button and rained warm, biting kisses on my stomach before slowly pushing my panties over my hips and down to my feet.
    I kicked them off, leaned back against the door, and eagerly spread my