My mouth dried the second he dropped his boxers and stood with his usual confidence.
Why was it bigger than I remembered?
“There’s no way you’re gonna fit.”
He chuckled. “I’ll make it work.”
“I don’t remember you being this big.”
“That’s because I never went all the way in.”
Holy hell.
This was my last night because if he put his dick all the way inside of me, I’d break in half. One hundred percent, no questions asked.
Despite joking around, there was to Christian’s allure—a tension peeking from beneath his normal.
He analyzed me taking him in.
As if within a couple of seconds, I’d decide I didn’t like him, and he’d have to leave.
As if I can say no to the man I love.
Keeping my eyes on him, I removed the unusable scraps of the dress and threw it to the ground.
Sparkling hazels tunneled through my hazy blues and all I cared about was uniting us in the way we wanted. “Don’t tell me you’re the type of man who doesn’t do any of the work?”
A muscle ticked in his jaw.
Total of eight seconds before he pounced on me.
Squeezing my tits.
Kissing up my neck.
Leaving marks all over me.
A hand on his chest stopped him.
He stared. “I haven’t been with anyone since we broke up.”
“Neither have I.”
His heart shuddered beneath my palm. “Why?”
“Because I couldn’t forget you.”
He pushed his tongue into me. Swivelling it with mine while I held on for dear life.
This man was a liar, and his lies sweetened the initial bitterness.
Wanted more experience, my ass.
My head fell back in pure oblivion while he continued his torture with his fingers.
“I’m ready,” I groaned.
“Not for me, you aren’t.”
