Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
His jaw’s clenched tight and he’s studying me with that burning intensity that leaves me breathless and excited.
Not a breakup. Then what?
“Talk to me.” I reach for him, tracing my fingers over his shoulder and down his arm.
“Come back here.” He coils his arm around my waist and drags me closer this time. So tight to his front that I drape my leg over his hip.
He groans and grinds his hard length against my center. “Fuuuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Don’t distract me.”
“How am I distracting you?” I ask with an innocent lilt. “You woke me up, remember? If it’s not to give me this,” I push my hips forward, gasping when his hardness nudges my clit, “then what?”
He breathes harder, like he’s running a marathon in his mind. “I love you, Margot.”
The heat simmering inside me explodes. “What?” I whisper.
“I think, no, I know, I’ve felt this for a while. But I’ve never…been in love.” His frown deepens. “I love my club, my brothers, my sister…so I know what it is, I think. But this is…so different than anything else. I love you.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to fuck this up.”
His gaze studies my face. Questioning. Waiting.
He might be braver than I am, but he needs to hear this as much as I did. “I love you too, Jensen.”
“You don’t have to do that,” he says. “You won’t hurt my feelings if—”
“I love you,” I repeat.
He slides his erection against me and takes a shuddering breath. “I’m already fucking this up. I didn’t want to say it when we’re naked.”
“We’re not naked.”
“I very much want you naked.”
I run my fingers through his hair and cup his cheek. “I love you.”
He stares at me as if he can’t decide if I’m telling the truth. As if he wants to believe but can’t.
“I love you,” I say, with more force behind it. “I’ve wanted to tell you that…I’ve almost said it…but I was scared.”
“Of what?”
“Losing you. Scaring you away. Being too much.”
He drops his forehead to mine and breathes a deep sigh of relief. “Too much? I love everything about you. You could never scare me away. I’m afraid I’ll scare you away. I’m way too fucking needy when it comes to you.” A sharp scowl crosses his handsome face. “And I hate that I just said that out loud. But I trust you.”
“You’re not needy.” Or if he is, then so am I. I slide my body against his. His skin’s so warm, searing through my thin camisole. “You can say anything to me.” I press my lips to his. “Tell me anything. Everything.”
He rains kisses over my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, and down to my neck. “I love you.” He drags the straps of my top down my arms and kisses his way to the tops of my breasts. “I want to make love to you.”
“You already are.” In every touch of his lips against my skin. In every word he whispers, I feel it.
I don’t ask what this means about our future. Of where we go from here. I’m too happy to ask any question that might ruin the moment.
Jigsaw
Why’d I wait so long to tell her I love her? Because now that I’ve said it, I can’t stop saying it.
And by the fourth time she says it back, I actually believe her. But when she admits she held back because she was scared of losing me, that’s when the sappy shit really starts pouring out of my mouth.
“You could never scare me away,” I reassure her. “I’m afraid I’ll scare you away. I’m way too fucking needy when it comes to you.” Fuck, I can’t believe I just fucking admitted that. “And I hate that I just said that out loud. But I trust you.”
“You’re not needy,” she whispers, rubbing herself against my already painfully hard cock.
How wrong you are.
I think she misunderstood my level of neediness.
“You can say anything to me.” She brushes her lips against mine. “Tell me anything. Everything.”
Nope. Already came too close to admitting I want to be with her every second of the day. That even when we’re in the same bed, I dream about her. How I never have a single fucking nightmare when she’s sleeping next to me.
After visiting my sister and picking through all the garbage of our past, I thought for sure the nightmares would return with a swift vengeance. I should’ve been trapped in an endless loop of clawing at the locked door in my father’s basement, his voice in my ear, commanding me to repent. Or the other one, where I find Jezzie broken and bloodied, unable to answer me when I scream her name.
But the nightmares didn’t come.
It’s because of Margot. Having her curled up against me, breathing slow and steady, grounded me with every inhale.