Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m pretty damn scared right now. Seeing is one thing. I’ve let lots of people see them. Honestly, it’s ugly, but scars are sometimes…well, everyone knows women dig scars. I’ve never had a problem in that area before. I…wait, that sounds horrible. It wasn’t like that. It’s just that no one ever meant anything because it was always going to be just that. I’d tell a sob story about the scars, like a fire, an accident, or how I used to work in a lab. One time, I seriously said it was because I fell into a pit of rattlesnakes and got bitten all over, yet I miraculously survived. I know, it’s funny. It’s okay. You can laugh.”
I clamp a hand over my mouth. “No. You didn’t say those things.”
“Honestly, I did. It was bad. I was sometimes an ass. I had to protect myself, and I couldn’t tell people the truth, so I went above and beyond, which was never right. It was actually extremely wrong. You’re the first person to know the truth, and it makes me feel more naked than being stripped of all my clothes, which makes me terrified.”
I suck in a burst of air. We’ve all done things we aren’t proud of. If I had to make a list, it would be extremely long, and I wouldn’t want to tell it to anyone, probably not even Ayana, and she’s my best friend. Lennox might have told me in a depreciating way, but he did tell me, and that takes courage. It takes courage for him to even be here right now, peeling away so much more than just clothing, as he said.
“You know it would never…that I could never…”
“I know. I know that.” He cups my face gently.
My hand flutters up to this chest, and I place it on the wrong side before I start laughing. I laugh so hard that it turns into a snort-laugh, which makes Lennox grin back before he guides my hand to the left side, where his heart is.
“I think this is what you were looking for.”
I nod, so unbelievably touched. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m more than lucky to be with you. I know you don’t believe in fate or destiny or luck. I know you just believe in circumstance and how one thing affects another—what do they call that? Causality? But this. Us. You. Me. If you proved to me before that luck wasn’t a thing, I’m going to prove to you tonight that destiny is. I can’t imagine anything more perfect in the entire world than us. Together. Now. Here.”
“I think that’s a pretty good cue to take my jeans off.”
I laugh again, so relieved we can talk like this and have all these things that are not easy to say or remember, yet we can still get past them. I’m so freaking proud of this man’s courage and bravery because it’s mostly all him, doing the remembering, the talking, and the getting past.
“I believe it is, yes.”
“Tell me what you’d like to do while I stand up and strip.”
“Oooh, are you going to put on a show?”
The bed practically bounces as Lennox gets off. He’s a huge person, but I didn’t even notice how badly we were straining the foundation of the bed until I bounced up a few inches.
“Only if you consider this a show.” He undoes his jeans in a matter-of-fact manner like he’s taking them off at home with no one watching. Alright, so seeing him slide them down his hips and remove one leg and the other, then watching him shed his boxer briefs, is so much hotter than anything in the realm of imagination.
I can’t help but make a tiny squeak of appreciation when my eyes fix on his V and travel lower. His cock is…well, I suppose it’s proportioned perfectly to his body. He’s a large person, and he’s quite large in every department.
“Tell me where you want me, Cass.”
“Can I give you a list?”
He grins. “That would be spectacular.”
I grin back. “Or you could tell me where you want me.”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Riding me. I want you straddling my hips, lowering yourself down on my cock, and taking all of me an inch at a time. I want to taste those sweet nipples while you dig your nails into my shoulders.”
“Holy cheese pizza. Okay, yes. I…yes. Please. Show me.”
“We can start like this.” He leaps onto the bed, sprawling out flat on his back as it creaks. He palms his cock as I watch, rolling his hand down the length of it and smearing moisture from the tip until he’s glistening wet.
My mouth goes dry as I stare at him. I’ve never met anyone who has such a crazy large presence, even spread out flat on his back. I straddle his hips, and watching him watch me do it is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His eyes turn midnight black, and he lets out a hiss of pleasure as I close my hand around his shaft. He’s so thick that when I say close, I mean barely get my palm halfway around him. When I stroke the silky skin, though, he lets out another hiss.