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“I do,” he replies, and my breath hitches. I wasn’t expecting that response. “I’m not sure why or if it’s wise, but I do trust you, Aurora. Don’t make me regret it.”
“Never.”
He applies a chaste kiss to my forehead. “Liam will be outside your door if you need him. Order lunch, but save room for dinner tonight. When I return, we’ll have a nice dinner on the terrace underneath the stars. Oh and prepare for round two.”
* * *
The day has completely gotten awayfrom me. I had pizza for lunch and binge-watched almost a full season ofBlackliston Netflix. I must have passed out on the sofa in the living area. The sound of Lennon’s voice in the foyer awakens me. I overhear him asking Liam to order room service and take the rest of the night off. I run my hands through my hair, trying to straighten my appearance. I’m still wearing the same sweatsuit from this morning ... even down to the sneakers. I haven’t done anything to get ready for our date out on the terrace if you can call it that.
“Sorry, I must have been more tired than I thought. I’m just going to jump in the shower and change.”
“Don’t bother,” Lennon says cryptically, a single eyebrow quirked. “I’m glad you’ve gotten some rest. You’re going to need it. How about I dirty you up a bit more before dinner?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” I admit.
“Strip.”
He has a thing for these one-word orders, but in this instance, I don’t mind. He takes a seat on the sofa where I was just sleeping to enjoy the show. I can feel his eyes on my butt as I dig my thumb into the waistband of my sweatpants. Brazenly, I ease them halfway down my hips. I hear his breath hitch, fueling my confidence. I slip my sneakers off so I can peel them the rest of the way down in the most seductive way possible with sweats. I turn to face him before pulling my sweat top over my head. I’m left standing in the lacy black bra and Brazilian-cut panties from the dresser that I never returned. I have no shame that these cock tease garments originally belonged to Fiona or that he probably bought them for her.He’s mine now. The heat in his eyes is unmistakable. I straddle his muscular thighs and begin undoing the buttons on his collared shirt. He helps me by completely removing it. God, his bare chest is the epitome of chiseled art. I begin working on the belt of his jeans. He looks up at me with unadulterated lust, but when he tilts his head down to conceal what my striptease is doing to him, it ignites a fire in my core. He’s hiding his eyes, but I know he’s just as aroused as I am. I loosen his belt and get his jeans unbuttoned before he stops me. He palms my ass, and I feel his hardness pressing against me. I begin a slow grind against his manhood, and he rewards me with a hiss. He unfastens my bra, and I immediately cup my breasts as the straps slide down my arms.
Lennon pulls my hands away and removes the bra the rest of the way. “Let me see you, A mhuirnín. You have no reason to be timid. Your body is meant to be worshiped.”
I can feel the heat flush across my skin. Determined to be the fearless woman he believed that I could be capable of, I grab his hair from the back of his head and push my core farther into his erection.
He stills my hips before letting his lips graze my nipple. His tongue sneaks out for a sensuous lick, and I’m on fire. He pulls my nipple into his mouth while he alternates sucking and biting. A moan slips from my lips and he smirks at me. “You like that, little bird?”
“Yes.” A knock on the door interrupts us, and I startle.
“I wasn’t expecting the food this quickly. You can grab a robe from the bathroom or not,” he says as he gives me a small wink. “Either way, meet me on the terrace. I’ll get the room service.”
I attempt to untangle myself from his legs, but he surprises me by standing with me still straddled around his waist. He nips my bottom lip before palming my ass with a firm grip. “Saved for now so enjoy the reprieve. Nothing is going to save you after we finish eating,” he threatens.
“Maybe I don’t want to be saved,” I reply with a smirk of my own. A single eyebrow arches in amusement at my retort, but he says nothing. I head to the bedroom and fall onto the plush bed. I’m reveling in the luxury fabric of the down comforter when Lennon walks in and pins me to the bed.
“What are you doing? I told you to grab a robe,” he whispers in my ear. He captures my lips in a wild kiss, and I whimper. “I’m not going to fuck you yet because once I start, I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill. We both need to eat first for the energy.”
He thrusts his hips into me once before getting up. “Room service is gone, so you can either grab that robe or come to dinner half naked. Truth be told, I prefer the latter, but it’s your call. Whatever you decide, make it quick.” With that, he leaves the room. I’m not going to sit in front of him in my panties while he’s at least half dressed in his jeans. I’m not that bold. That will take some time.
I grab a robe from the bathroom and join him at the dining table. He has everything spread out, and it looks mouth-watering. I note that he has a bottle of wine for me tonight instead of the hard stuff like last night’s drink of choice.
“Decided to go with the robe, huh?” His grin is infectious, and I just want to kiss it off his gorgeous face. He should definitely show this playful side of himself more.
“Well, I didn’t want to distract you during dinner,” I joke.
“Sorry to inform you, but you’re a distraction with or without a robe. All I can picture is how I’m going to have you screaming my name soon.” I take a sip of my wine to swallow my horniness, and he chuckles. “I’m going to enjoy watching you learn to own your sexuality. It’s okay to crave sex. As long as it’s with me.” He winks.
“I’m not some sexual fiend,” I say, feeling like I need to defend myself. “I’m not going to miraculously turn into the whore Fiona was for you.”
“No, babe, of course you’re not. And you should never compare yourself to Fiona again. She has never had this version of me sexually or otherwise. You’re going to be my wife—my first and only. There’s a difference. My mission is to pleasure you senseless and introduce you to things you never knew you wanted.”
I’m speechless. I didn’t even consider the first that he would be sharing me. It may not be his virginity, but I will be the first woman to call him my husband. And if I had to guess, the first woman to be able to call him mine. I squeeze my legs together to suppress the tingling he just caused down below. He uncovers the silver domes of food and lays the fish entrée in front of us. I’m hungrier for him.
I take a bite of my fish, which melts in my mouth. We eat in silence for a few minutes, but I can see he is watching me. Neither of us bothers with small talk. The night is magical with stars twinkling in the sky, but the man sitting across from me is the magic. We finish our meal, and it’s Lennon who makes the first move. He comes to my side of the table before holding out his hand.
“Come.”
His fucking one-word orders have grown to be my kryptonite. It makes me wet every single time. I put my hand in his, and he guides me to the bedroom. He slides his hands underneath my robe to ease it off my shoulders. It falls to the floor in a heap along with my confidence. My nipples pebble from his perusal of my half-naked body. I’m horny, yet I’m still working to get used to being naked in front of him. His stare sears me from the inside out.
“Lie on the bed,” he says, interrupting my trepidation.
