78. Just sex, isn't it?

Vera’s POV.

My words almost faltered as David stood before me, glowering. But I refuse to let his big body or annoyance make me deter.

The muscle in his jaw ticks as he locks eyes with me.

As if we’re not close enough, David enters deeper into my space, towering over me.

Fuck, my heart is pounding. I can’t breathe properly with him close to me like this.

I can practically smell his fine scent, woodsy and manly. The scent of alcohol lingers under his breath too.

God, those lips of his are luring me, making me want to taste them.

Oh shit!

With a curse, I pull my thighs together, feeling the instant throb going off in my nether parts.

What is he doing to me? I almost cry but I hold it back.

He's not touched me yet, but everything that makes me a woman starting from my nipples, belly butterflies, and my pussy are jolting awake in need.

I take a swallow of my saliva and steel my gaze while I watch him.

Seems like the ideas don’t sit well with him.

“With or without your permission, I’m lea