Page 103 of Fall Apart

Her touch, the feeling of her body against mine, has been addictive since that fateful night at Roxy’s.She’sbeen addictive since that night.

I’ve spent years telling myself, convincing myself that I was fine alone. I thought I was content not wanting more in my life. But now, with those perfect blue eyes looking back up at me like I’m the only thing in her world, I’m ok with wanting things for myself, like her. I’m more than ok with needing her touch, her smile, her eyes on me every second of every day.

This smart, beautiful, fierce, defiant woman has made me damn sure of that.

But even if she wants me to put myself first for a change, I’m always going to make sure I’m there for her, however she needs me. She’s always going to be my everything.

Whatever I can do to keep that sparkle in her eyes, I will. Whatever I can do to make her smile like that, I will.

And I’m going to show her that right now.

CHAPTER 43

LIZZY

YOU’RE RUINING IT

“What are you doing?”I watch as he stands in front of me, the steaming water beading down his rippled stomach, his hand gripping the base of his hard length.

I raise my eyes to his to find that the soft, gentle look on his face from moments ago is replaced by a divinely wicked grin. His emerald green eyes send hot, fiery need throughout my body with how they devour me.

“Something I said I would never do, because I love you, probably an unhealthy amount.” His voice is low and husky, rough and ragged. I can practically feel how much he wants me, needs me in it.

I can’t believe that less than a year ago, I was ready to settle down into a cookie cutter, suburban life. I was ready to accept passionless and boring. Now I havethis manthat sees me and loves me like I’m his entire world. Nothing about being with him feels cookie cutter. It’s rough and raw, but so real. I want to feel the heat of his gaze, to feel his hunger for me for the rest of my life. I want to be looked at like this every day - no filters, no masks, nothing between us. I know it will never be passionless or boring.

I take in the site of him looming over me and my eyes widen as his grin grows and his dimples pop when he starts to grip his cock harder.

“Oh my god, yes!” I pull my hands from his thighs, bringing them together clapping and practically squealing. “It’s happening! You’re going to do it?”

I watch his hand work slowly, up and down his shaft and I can see the veins throb as the blood rushes into his cock. His grin widens and I shamelessly watch him stroke himself inches from me, the hot steam of the shower all around us. My eyes go back and forth from theperfect, dimpled grin to his abs to the private show he’s giving me. I’ve dreamt about seeing him do this and it’s better than that. I feel my tongue dart out over my lips and chuckle. “Why? You like what you see?”

I nod up at him eagerly.

He reaches for my chin with his other hand, forcing me to hold his gaze instead of watching him jerk his perfect cock. “That’s good, because I told you, I’m yours. All of me is yours.”

My heart pounds hearing that confession again in this moment. I know how hard it is for him to be vulnerable and he's giving me everything he has. His thumb traces my bottom lip and they part like a reflex to his touch as I whimper. My body hums, each nerve ending overstimulated. The feeling of the cool marble bench, the warm steam, the scorching heat of his gaze, the callouses of his thumb on my lips. All of it builds a tight coil of tension in me that only he can release.

“But since you did lose that bet on the river after all, you’re gonna have to give me a show too, princess.” He leans forward, grabbing my neck, his thumb tracing my parted lips as a gasp escapes them. I feel the column of my neck shift in his grip when I smile back at him eagerly. “Now spread those thighs and play with yourself for me, like you do when you’re thinking about me. Show me how much you need me, how much you love me.”

I smirk up at him, leaning into the grip of his hand. “Awfully bold of you to assume I do this thinking about you.” My thighs open and I drop a hand to them, circling my already swollen and aching clit. I cup a breast in my other hand, rolling and teasing the tight bud. “But it might look something like this.”

His eyes dart from mine to my breasts to the hand between my legs. I watch as his grip tightens and he works himself harder and faster. The sight of his abs tensing and the veins running down that V is a work of art.

“Fuck,” he grits out. “You’re so perfect. So damn perfect, princess.”

I preen with his praise and he strokes my cheek with his thumb. “You’re already so close for me.”

“You’re awfully confident. How do you know?” I look up at him, batting my wet lashes, still taking him in.

His hooded eyes peer into me and his thumb traces my still parted lips.

“Because your lips do that.”

I nip his thumb, smiling back up at him. He grins back at me and I feel that knot of tension in me build under his gaze and the pressure from my fingers, circling my needy swollen bundle of nerves faster and faster. I know he must be getting close because I hear his breathing quicken and watch his muscles tense.

“And your cheeks get this pretty little shade of pink.” His thumb goes back to rubbing my cheek and I whimper at the touch.

“And your eyes.” The deep forest green eyes that I will always feel seen by burn right into mine.

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