Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
“You saw?” she asks softly. She covers her face and turns away from me. She shakes her head softly and the need to comfort and hold her takes over, but as soon as I approach, she turns around and takes a step backward.
I tell her as I take a step forward, “I’m not angry with you anymore.” Her shoulders rise and fall as she waits for my next move.
She’s my prey, small and scared. And trapped.
But I think she likes it this way. I think I’m her predator of choice.
“You were alone, and you carry so much guilt with you that isn’t fair.”
I wrap my hand around her waist as her legs hit the toilet and her hand brushes against the closed curtain to the tub. My blunt fingernails dig in as I pull her close to me. At first her hands come up, ready to brace her palms against my chest. But she knows better, and she quickly grabs on to the bit of her shirt on her upper thighs.
I let her chest hit me and hold her gaze as she stares into my eyes. “Robin,” I lick my lips and then tell her, “I’ve wanted so much from you for so long.”
I close my eyes as the years pass before me. My concern growing into an obsession. I open them to find her hazel eyes swirled with desire. Her breathing in short pants.
I lower my lips to her neck and whisper, “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Robin reaches up just as the words slip past my lips. My initial instinct is to grab her, to force her back and pin her down. To protect myself. But her fingers spear through my hair and she crashes her lips against mine before I can admonish her. Her eyes are closed as she kisses me with longing, sweet and slow, but also a desperation that matches my own. I splay my hand along her back and trail my fingers up her thigh and over the dip of her waist. Her lips soften as I move my hand to her neck, my thumb brushing along her jaw.
I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long.
Her breath is hot and mingles with my own as I feel her soft skin, letting my hands roam freely and relaxing my grip on her. Her touch is soft, as I knew it would be. She’s gentle but needy. Greedy, even. I pull back slightly and she lets me, but she’s slow to open her eyes. She doesn’t want it to stop. The thought makes my dick twitch and I grip her hips and move her ass to sit on the counter. Like the good girl she is, she parts her legs for me and I nestle my hips between her thighs.
“I want you, Jay,” she whispers the words like a confession. Her eyes are still closed, and I can see how much it pains her to admit it. It’s because I’m broken. She thinks this is wrong when it’s the only thing that feels right.
I brush the tip of my nose along hers, waiting for her to look at me. She’s out of breath and her eyes are a mix of emotions. She needs me as much as I need her.
I cup her chin in my hand and brush my thumb along her lower lip. “I would give anything to have all of you,” I admit to her with absolute truth.
“Will you let me touch you?” she asks me, and my heart stops.
It’s only my chest where I don’t like being touched. I can still feel my father’s hands slamming against me over and over. Pushing me backward. I don’t fight it. I let him because if I don’t, it’s so much worse.
My blood rushes in my ears as I nod my head once. I should’ve guessed it was coming. I suppose in a lot of ways it was, because I’m ready for it. I want her to do what she wants to me. And I to her.
“I know I need this,” I tell her. I’m so fucking aware of how damaged I am. “I don’t want to be like this,” I whisper and then pull the shirt over my head. The thin cotton slides up my back and over my shoulders until I’m facing her with nothing to hide me. Her eyes focus on my chest and dance along the faint scars.
They aren’t horrible to look at, mostly faded from the two decades of time between now and then.
I can hear her breathe as she moves closer to me. She peeks up at me and I can almost hear my name on her lips. Asking me for permission, but I nod before she can do it. “Go ahead,” I tell her with my shoulders squared. I may be broken, but I want to be fixed. I want her touch in every way.