Page 190 of Surprisingly Us

She nods and makes a waving motion with her hand. “Give it to me. I can take it.”

I chuckle, not sure if she’s talking about my honesty or my dick.

My hand drops from her jaw to her neck. I squeeze her lightly there.

“I don’t like giving up control. It’s a vulnerable position to be in.”

“Right. You should remember that every time you put your head between my legs.” Her brows lift knowingly.

“Do you want me to stop fucking you with my tongue?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Of course not.”

“Good, because I love it. I couldn’t stop even if it was going to kill me.”

“I guess it’s a good thing eating me out isn’t a direct threat to your health.” She smirks.

I want to give her everything she asks for, but if I’m not careful, I could easily let all my defenses slip away with this woman.

Haven’t I already?

We’re quiet for a moment, my thumb dancing over her throat while her fingers explore my waistband.

Her face lights up. “Maybe you could use me. Bind my hands and fuck my mouth. That would keep you in control.” She smiles, satisfied that she’s found the solution.

It’s a scenario from the book she read for Chloe’s book club.

My brows knit at her eagerness to please me. I don’t deserve her. “Jesus, Lettie. When you say it like that, it makes me sound like a real asshole.”

She shrugs. “I mean, you can be.”

“Thanks,” I say, sardonically.

“Everyone can be. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, right? We all have quirks and preferences that may seem odd to others, but that doesn’t make itwrong.” Her hand lowers to stroke me over my pants. “It kind of turns me on that you like to be in control.”

“Yeah?” My thumb slides over her pulse. Beneath my finger pad, it’s thrumming with anticipation.

She nods, pushing my free hand below the hem of her skirt. When my fingers hook into her panties, I find her pussy dripping wet.

I stifle a groan that only becomes more challenging to hold onto when Lettie leans forward and kisses my neck, her tongue following in a soft sweep.

“Please, Rhys?”

How can I not want this woman on her knees for me?

Wanting her lips around my cock isn’t the problem. It’s allowing myself to let go. To trust someone else.To trust myself.

But isn’t that what I’ve been doing with Lettie all along? I’ve fucked a lot of things up, but ultimately, we’ve built a real relationship, with honesty and trust.

Her big, pleading blue eyes search mine and my defenses easily crumble.

My groan is half-hearted when I reply, “Why can’t I say no to you?”

Because I love her.

I love this woman. I expected that rush of emotion to feel complicated, but nothing has ever felt simpler. But I’m not ready to tell her. While the awareness of loving Lettie has been slowly seeping into my bones, it’s still too delicate to share with her yet.

At my affirmation, Lettie smiles with such elation, you’d think I’d solved the hunger crisis and created world peace, not told her she can get on her knees and suck my cock.

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