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I swallow hard, finding every ounce of courage I have left. Not only has no man ever asked me that question but I’ve never experienced foreplay dirty talk. Have to admit I love it.
Easton’s intense gaze almost has me chickening out, but then I remembered a couple of romance books I read recently. All the heroines took charge of their sex lives and weren’t afraid to admit what they wanted from their partners. It was empowering to see these women find love and the man of their dreams. If they could, then so can I.
“I want you to want me as much as I want you.”
“Already done, my love. I’ve been infatuated since the moment we met. That turned to an addiction to see you every chance I could, and now I'm obsessed. I need you in my life. Have no doubt that my world revolves around you completely.”
“Those are some really strong words,” I admit, on the edge of an emotional breakdown.
“I'm sorry if I admitted that too soon, but I'll always be up front with you, Tatum.”
He swipes my cheeks, and I feel foolish for crying. There's no reason I need to be this emotional. But again, no one's ever told me anything like this before. I've never been someone's world.
“Then I should be honest with you,” I say, clearing my throat. “I’ve had a crush on you since the start and hid it for obvious reasons, but I've been slowly falling for you. Each day a little more since we've been in this house together, and I can no longer ignore it.”
“That's the most amazing thing I've ever heard.” He smiles, pulling my lips to his.
“I really want this,” I mutter, giving us both reassurance.
“Thank fuck, because I want your body, mind, and anything else you'll give me.”
I chuckle, grinding down on his lap and feeling him grow hard again.
“But not here. I want you in my bed,” he says. “I want to show you exactly what I see when I look at you.”
Huh? I have no idea what that means, but I climb off his lap so we can readjust our clothes, then he leads me upstairs.
“You see that full-length mirror in the corner?” He points at the white-framed one angled between the walls.
I nod, unsure of where he's going with it.
He takes my hand and moves me in front of it. As Easton stands behind me, he squeezes my arms and smiles at our reflection.
“I want you to see what I find so beautiful about you,” he murmurs in my ear, then slides my dress over my head. I wasn't wearing any undergarments, so I'm naked.
“Don't hide from me, Tatum,” he says when I instinctively cross my arms to cover myself. “These tits fit perfectly in my palm. I'd be lying if I said I haven't been fantasizing about them bouncing in my face while you ride me. I can't fucking wait to experience that with you.” I moan when he cups my breast and pinches a nipple. “I might be an ass man, but these are a close second.”
I chuckle as my cheeks heat. Looking at myself is a form of self-torture, right next to standing on a scale.
“I also love this little dip down your stomach. I want to trace my tongue between your breasts and down to your pussy. The perfect trail.”
My stomach is on the slimmer side, but my hips are wide. I gained a little weight with my last pregnancy, but then I gained even more when the depression of losing the baby hit. Though I’ve lost a little, there’s some around my midsection.
“And don't even get me started on this fine ass of yours.” He slaps one cheek, then rubs the burn. “It's a cruel temptation I tried not to stare at for the past two months.”
I smirk at the way he growls.
“Your strong thighs were made to straddle my face.”
I fight back the urge to laugh. He means my thick thunder thighs. The very ones Justin despised so much because they were chunky and covered in cellulite.
“But you're so much more than all of that, Tatum. Your heart...” He presses his palm to the middle of my chest. “That's the most beautiful part of you.”
I meet his gaze in the mirror, his expression filled with pure sincerity.
“Now do you see what I see?” He grips my chin and turns my head to face him. “Do you see why I desire you?”
“No one's ever made me feel as wanted as you, and it's overwhelming. I've been ashamed of my body for so long. It's going to take me a while to love it as much as you do.”
The corner of his lips tilts up. “Fair enough. That just means I get to remind you until you do. Whatever it takes to heal every emotional and physical scar you have, I’ll do it till the day I die.”
