Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Something in my chest thunks. What’s this woman doing to me? My entire soul wants to leap into her hands for safekeeping.
“I’ve never felt like this before.” She frowns, so adorably confused at…enjoying some light kissing?
This has been bugging me since the wedding and I have to ask before we go further.
I push her hair off her cheek and rest my finger under her chin, applying enough pressure so she’ll look at me. “Who said you weren’t good at sex?”
An edge creeps into my tone I didn’t intend. I can’t help it. Someone made her feel so bad about herself, she asked a biker she’s got nothing in common with to teach her how to fuck, and now she seems shocked that I’m praising her kissing skills. Worse, she’s surprised she likes kissing.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Who was it? Why did it bother her so damn much and where can I find him? Instead of a finger, I’ll cut out his tongue. Then he’ll never be able to hurt someone as sweet and vulnerable as Margot again.
“Yes, it matters. Tell me.” I use my sternest tone.
She stares at me with pained eyes. “My ex.”
“Well, I figured it was an ex. But he’s an ex for a reason, right? Why do you care? People say all sorts of shitty things when they break up.” Not that I’d ever broken up with anyone, but I’ve witnessed the horrible shit people are capable of when love twists into hate.
“I really don’t want to talk about it,” she says.
Fury shoots through my veins. Not at Margot. At whoever bruised her self-esteem. “Please?”
She shakes her head. “Not before we…Maybe after.”
Whatever it is, she must think it’s so awful, she doesn’t want it in my head while I’m fucking her. She doesn’t want me judging if her ex was right or not. Normally, the pushy asshole in me would keep badgering her until she told me everything I want to know.
But I just can’t do that to Margot.
“Okay.” I lean in and kiss her forehead. “I hope you trust me enough to tell me one day.”
She bites her bottom lip. “I trust you or you wouldn’t be here.”
“Show me then.” Usually, I’m not a fan of lots of physical contact. Unless it’s for a specific—and damn good—reason. But I’m dying for Margot’s touch. Eager to have her curious hands all over me again. “Touch me like you were before.”
“People don’t usually like me touching them,” she whispers, sliding her hand over my shoulder and down my arm. “They think of what I do…”
I curl my hand around hers and bring it to my lips, kissing each of her fingertips. “I’m not afraid of anything, Margot.”
Liar. I’m terrified of falling in love with this woman.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Margot
Jigsaw might not be afraid of anything, but I am. I really like him. His kisses. His voice. His body. The gentle way he petted Gretel, even though she’d rudely interrupted us.
But telling him my ex had compared me to a corpse—cold, immobile, and boring—in bed was something I can’t bring myself to share with him. What if we’re in the middle of an intimate moment and he’s thinking, “Damn, that guy was right, she sucks at this?” He wouldn’t be able to hide his disgust, and I’d die of shame.
Thankfully, he dropped it for now. To further move him away from that topic, I return to our kissing lesson. “Maybe you can give me a report card to let me know how I’m performing,” I suggest, like it’s the best idea ever and totally normal.
He stares at me with the strangest expression. “You want me to grade you? At sex?”
“Well, guide me, maybe? ‘Improvement needed,’ ‘satisfactory,’ that kind of thing.”
“Margot, you don’t have to keep reminding me I’m only here for one purpose. I got it.”
Oh my God. Is that what he thinks? Why does he seem so hurt?
“That’s not what I meant.” I drop my gaze. “I’m sorry.”
He grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “It’s fine.”
The relentless pounding of my heart won’t stop. We’ve barely started and I’m already messing this up.
“Tell me what to do?” I ask.
He settles back against the cushions again. “Come here.” He pats his thigh.
Eager, but a little on edge now, I scoot closer to him. “How do you want me?”
A flash of animalistic desire lights up his eyes. “Every single way I can have you.”
Ohhh. That might be more than I can handle. My entire body flushes and tingles with wild desire for the unknown.
“But for now, turn around and put your back against me.”
That doesn’t seem like we’ll get a lot of kissing done but I’m eager to try anything with him.
He guides me with his hands on my hips and even arranges my body where he wants it over his lap. My butt resting on his thigh, his arm around my waist, and if I tip my head back, I can kiss along his jaw. He grips my chin, angling my head. A long, contented breath flows out of me. He seals his mouth over mine, and gently slides his tongue inside. I moan into the kiss as jolts of electricity shoot straight between my legs. The hand at my waist slips under my shirt, tickling my stomach. His thumb grazes the edge of my bra. Higher and he cups my breast, lazily circling my nipple with one finger.