Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“It’s just me, Rory. The man who is falling so damn hard for you. You can trust me. You can tell me anything. There isn’t anything in this world you could ask for that could make me climb out of this bed.” Unless, of course, she asks me to do exactly that. From the way she kissed me back, I don’t think that’s what she’s going to ask for. At least I hope not.
“I want to lie with you.”
“Done.” I move a little closer and pull her into my chest.
“N-Naked. I want to be skin to skin. I-I’ve never done that.” Her confession is so quiet I would have missed it had I not been solely focused on her.
What kind of fuck was she dating? “Done.” I roll away from her, and in one swoop, I have my pajama pants and boxer briefs pulled over my thighs, kicking them off the rest of the way.
“Your turn.” I grin at her.
“Can we turn off the light?”
I shake my head. “No way. I’m finally getting you naked, all the way naked. I’m not going to miss this.” A blush coats her cheeks. Part of me feels like an ass for saying no, but I don’t want her to hide from me. Ever. I need her to know that I’m seeing all of her, and nothing changes. Well, maybe my need for her grows. In fact, I know it will. But I’m not running for the hills like she thinks I will. No, I’m right here, exactly where I want to be. Where I’m meant to be. I feel it in my soul.
Chapter 16
Aurora
I can’t believe this is happening. I feel as if I’m living in someone else’s life. Someone else’s body. The way Grant’s looking at me, the blue of his eyes is so deep, so profound, and he’s not faking. You can’t fake… that. He’s sitting back on his knees on the bed. His hard length in his hand as he strokes himself from root to tip. His eyes are connected with mine, and he’s doing… that.
“You need my help?” he asks huskily.
“No.” I shake my head. I can do this. I need to do this. Not only do I need to undress myself in front of him, I want to. I’ve never in all my life had a man look at me the way he is right now. I’ve never had a man take the time to learn my curves. Then again, I have limited experience. Elijah was my first serious boyfriend, and— No, I’m not bringing him into this. This is between Grant and me.
“It’s just me, baby. This is what you do to me.” He nods down at his cock that he’s fisting.
You can do this, Aurora.
Hooking my fingers into the side of my panties, I shimmy them down my hips. Grant reaches over and tugs them the rest of the way down my legs. His eyes lock on my pussy, and he groans.
Keep going.
Sitting up, I close my eyes and pretend that he’s not watching my every move. Reaching behind my back, I release the clasp on my bra. My hands shake as I hold the cups in place. I know that this fear is irrational. I know that. I know that my ex tore me down, that he mentally abused me. I also know that I let him. I was his doormat, and I refuse to be that ever again.
You are not a doormat.
This time is different.
Grant is different.
“Let me see you, Rory.” His husky plea surrounds us.
Slowly, I open my eyes. My breath hitches at the sight before me. Grant is still on his knees, his hard cock standing proud, almost as if it’s saluting me. His hands are locked behind his head, and his eyes are boring into mine. He gives me a small nod of encouragement. I finish removing my bra, dropping it over the side of the bed.
“Lie back,” he says, moving next to me. “Roll over,” he instructs, and I do as he asks. The bed dips, and the room is bathed in darkness. I feel him settle in behind me as he tugs the covers up over us. “I’m going to hold you. Is that okay?”
“Yes.”
He pulls me close, my back to his chest, and doesn’t stop until our bodies are perfectly aligned. His hand travels a slow journey as he runs them over every inch of my skin that he can reach. When he’s satisfied, he rests his hand on my belly and presses his lips to my bare shoulder.
“Is this okay?” he questions.
He’s always making sure I’m good. He’s never pushy, and that makes me want him even more. He’s giving me choices. Not so much as choices, but he’s helping me speak them without fear.
“It’s okay.”
The room is dark, and the only sound is our breathing. My body is wide awake, craving the feel of his skin against mine. It’s a feeling that I’ve only read about. Something I’ve always wondered about. It’s intimate. I feel like he’s giving me this huge gift, so I should give him something in return. We’ve been dating for a couple of months, and it’s time I tell him my ugly truths. I have this irrational fear that Grant hearing what another man thought will change his mind, but I know in my heart that’s not right. That’s not who Grant Riggins is. Squeezing my eyes closed, I prepare myself for this conversation.