AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Her eyes widened. “What? No, that’s not what I meant.”
“No? What did you mean? Why do you want all the lights out? So you don’t have to look at my body?”
“What?” She took a half-step back and he let her move. “Why wouldn’t I want to look at you? You’re perfection, while I’m . . .” she trailed off, obviously rethinking what she was about to say.
“Good girl for stopping the vile stuff about to come out of your mouth. Now we just need to stop you from thinking it.” He cupped her chin. “If you really need the lights off, we can do that. But I don’t want you to think that it’s what I want. Because it’s not. I want to see every inch of your beautiful body. And I know you’re gorgeous. Inside and out. My dick has a mind of its own around you. It’s so fucking hard right now, it hurts.”
She licked her lips. “I could take care of that for you.”
He ran his finger along her lower lip. “Baby, do not tempt me. You’ll get your chance to suck my dick, but I want a chance to show you how beautiful you are to me.”
She glanced away and he turned her face back. “Uh-uh, no hiding. There’s gonna be truth between us.”
“Is there?” she challenged.
“Yep. First truth. I fucking want you.”
She snorted, but her lips were turning up at the ends.
“Second truth. I think you’re gorgeous. Incredible. Sweet. Funny. Smart. Sexy.”
She sucked in a breath, but she was listening. She studied him intently as though trying to make sure he meant what he said. But she should know by now, he never said anything he didn’t mean.
“You really mean that?”
“Yep.”
“But you haven’t seen me naked yet.”
“We can take care of that, can’t we?”
“I have stretch marks,” she told him.
“I’m covered in scars,” he retorted.
“I have a round stomach and thick thighs.”
“My second toe is longer than my big toe and my left testicle is smaller than my right.”
“What?”
“Yep.”
“Wait . . . don’t most men have different-sized testicles?”
“Don’t most people have parts of their bodies they don’t like? Doesn’t mean that they aren’t incredible people. Your body doesn’t make you who you are, pretty girl. But just so you know, I think your body is fucking hot.”
Tears dripped down her cheeks and alarm filled him. “Baby, what is it? What’s wrong? Hey, if you want to turn off the lights, we can. We can stay under the covers. Whatever you need, just don’t cry.”
“No, it’s not that.” She sniffled and he wiped away her tears. “It’s just that you seem too good to be real.”
“I promise I’m not. Want to pinch me and see if I’m real?”
She reached out and pinched his arm.
He let out a yelp and grabbed his arm. “Shit, girl, I said pinch me, not mutilate me.”
Panic filled her face. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He grinned. “Gotcha.”
Her mouth dropped open. Then she punched him in the stomach. Girl needed lessons on how to hit. That was just sad.
“Butch Malone! I can’t believe you did that to me! I really thought I’d hurt you.”
“You hurt me? Doubtful. Come here, baby.” He drew her close, lightly kissing her lips then her nose, and chin, each cheek, and forehead. She relaxed against him. “I’m real. And what I’m telling you is the truth. Now, do you want me to turn out all the lights or you gonna let me worship every inch of your gorgeous body?”
20
Holy. Crap.
What a choice, huh? Either way, she knew she was going to have a good time.
Better than good. Amazing.
Could she let him see all of her? What was the worst that would happen? His erection would fizzle away? She could handle that. She’d dealt with rejection plenty.
“I’m going to choose option two.”
“That’s my good girl. That definitely deserves a reward.”
His sexy grin was reward enough. And she found herself smiling back. Then he kissed her again before moving his lips along her chin and down her neck to where it met her shoulder.
Holy heck balls.
That felt so good. A shiver of need ran through her. Her panties were so wet. Not that she could really call what she had on panties.
“Want a shower?” he asked huskily.
“Yes, please. I need to wash all the bad off me.”
“I get that.” He stepped back and took her hand in his. “Now, I’ve got to confess, I’m a bit worried you won’t like what you see when I get naked.”
Her mouth dropped open as he led her into the bathroom. “What are you talking about? Of course I will! You’re . . . you’re . . . you!”
He chuckled. “I’m me?”
“Don’t you look in a mirror,” she demanded.
“Don’t you?” he countered. He spun her around to face the mirror. “I don’t want to upset you, but I want to take charge. If you think you can’t let me do that yet, if you need a bit more time or you’re feeling uncomfortable, then tell me.”
