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A fresh tear escapes, and I don’t bother stopping it from streaming down my face. Tonight, I’m giving him all of me.
When I don’t answer, he stands, lifting my sweatshirt over my head, then pulling my yoga pants down. I brace my hands on his shoulders as he strips me until I’m standing before him in only my bra and panties.
He takes my face in his hands, bending his knees until we’re eye to eye. “I’m yours, baby, and you’re mine.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Angus
Her tears shred my soul.
Moonlight streams through the window, lighting her face as the pools in her ocean eyes overflow. I’ve confessed that I’m hers, but when I told her she was mine, her body shook with barely suppressed sobs that haven’t eased.
Naked with her only in her underwear, I hold her as she breaks down in my arms, next to the bed where she just rocked my world. Her tears brand my skin as her emotions quake through her body. She hasn’t said a word. All I can surmise is that she believes the talk we need to have will ruin this thing between us. Until recently, I thought the same. Now I’m so confident I’m meant to be hers, I believe we can make it through anything. But I’ll hold her until her sobs subside, reassuring her I’m not going anywhere.
Minutes later, she steps back, her pale face red and splotchy from crying. But still so damn beautiful. She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, her gaze never leaving mine. Presentingherself to me. Her eyes begging me for something. The optimistic part of me believes she wants me to take her pain away and tell her that after we share our secrets, I’ll still be here. But the realist in me can see she’s saying goodbye. She wants this one last night together, because that’s all she thinks we’ve ever been. Secret nights. Nothing more, and after we talk, we won’t even have that.
Living in the moment and pushing future worries into the deepest recesses of my mind, I take control when she begins to remove her panties.
“Don’t you dare,” I demand.
Her hands freeze where they are. I slide a teasing finger beneath the last piece of clothing preventing her from baring her full self to me, touching the part of her she used to hide away. It’s fucking beautiful to see her comfortable in her own skin. My cock, that is always in a state of arousal when she’s near, is growing hard again.
Sliding my hand inside, I find the material soaked, just as I had expected. “You're so wet for me, baby.”
Finally speaking, she whimpers my name. I think it may be my favorite sound. Scratch that, it is my favorite sound.
I slip a finger inside her warm pussy and she gasps. “You like that?”
She nods.
“You want more?”
Another nod.
“You want my tongue, baby?”
“Yes, please,” she whispers in desperation as my finger slowly pumps in and out of her.
“There she is. I need you to talk to me, Mia. Tell me what you want, what you need. Don’t shy away from me. I need you to give me all of you.” I slip a second finger in. “Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she promises, her gaze still on mine.
“You want me on my knees for you, baby?”
“God, yes,” she shudders, fire in her eyes.
“My girl gets what she wants.”
Sliding my hand out of her lace, I drag her wetness over her skin. She watches my every move. Her eyes blazing as I drag her panties down her legs and drop to my knees, ready to worship her. Her hands scrape over my barely there hair as I place kisses across her pelvic bone.
I stand and point to the bed. “Sit.”
She takes the spot on the bed where she had previously placed me. Her gaze still locked on me; she leans back on her hands. The room is dark, only able to see her thanks to the moon shining in her through the windows, but she’s as bright as the damn sun. Her pale skin glows against the dark comforter and those baby blue eyes of hers are like a beacon calling to me.
“Open for me.”
She spreads her legs, giving me the view I’ve been craving.
