Hannah didn’t want to argue with him, especially since he still had a finger inside of her. A gasp tore from her mouth when he shoved two fingers into her. The feeling of being stretched should have hurt more, but it only made her hotter.

The knot inside her tightened until she felt it would tear her apart.

“Jake…”

“Shhh. Relax, and let me make you feel good.”

The sensations intensified. “I’m scared.”

“You don’t ever have to be afraid when you’re with me.”

He used his other hand to smooth the hair from her face. He grabbed a chunk of it when she tried to turn away.

“Oh, no. I want to see everything—every expression on your face. I won’t ever let you hide from me,” he said. He wouldn’t release her no matter how hard she tried to pull away. The way he studied her expressions made what they were doing even more intimate. It was like he was seeing inside her soul, and it wasn’t a comfortable feeling.

“I can feel you try to fight it, and I won’t let you. Let’s try this.”

Before she took another breath, she felt one of his large fingers penetrate her ass, going as far as he could inside her. The little pinch of pain was all it took for the ball of tightness to explode.

She heard a scream that seemed to bounce off every wall. It was only when she settled a bit that she realized it had been her who had made that horrendous noise. She could feel her face burn in embarrassment, and she ducked her head, pressing her nose to his collarbone.

Oh, God. What he must be thinking about her at that moment. Not only did she let him touch her bottom, but she also enjoyed it. How could she bear to look him in the face again? He must think she was a slut. She knew he was talking to her, but she was too disappointed in herself and trying to find a way to escape.

“Are you listening to me?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No. I just want to leave.”

“Why, Sweetheart?” Jake asked. He tried raising her head, but she fought to keep it away. “Hey, what’s this about?”

“I just want to go,” she pleaded.

“That’s not going to happen. I have no idea what you’re thinking, but I can guess it’s not what you should be.”

She shook her head again. “Please let me go.”

“If I have my way, you’ll never leave me. Everything I’m learning about you makes my feelings for you grow.”

She sniffed. “You can’t. I’m not good.”

He sighed and didn’t give her a chance to fight but raised her head with his grip on her hair. She kept her eyes tightly closed but knew he could see the blush covering her face and the tears sliding down her cheeks.

“Sweetheart. Look at me.”

She shook her head and sniffed.

“Right now,” he demanded.

Her eyes popped open.

“Good girl. Tell me why you’re upset.”

“Because…” She paused.

“Answer my question.”

“Because I know you think I’m slutty.”

He looked surprised. “Slutty. Where the hell did you get that?”

“Because I let you touch my bottom, and I screamed.”

He cupped her cheek and gave her such a sweet smile she teared up again. “Sweetheart. You could never be a slut. Not even if you tried. As far as me touching your bottom.” He paused and wiggled the finger he still had inside her, making her gasp. “I’m going to touch and fuck it a lot. Now, let’s get to the screaming. Do you know what that told me?”

She shook her head.

“It told me that I made you feel good, which I will strive for. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I couldn’t be happier with you right now.”

She wiped her eyes. “So, I’m supposed to sound like a crazy monkey?”

He chuckled. “I call it sounding like a satisfied woman, and a man can’t ask for more than that. I don’t want to ever hear you say that shit about yourself. Everything I do to you will be enjoyable and beautiful.”

She thought about it a moment and then nodded. “All right.”