Page 52 of Tear Me to Pieces
“Then I guess it’s a good thing they’re so fucking pretty.” He leans close as his thumb teases across my nipple through the fabric of my shirt.
I didn’t think anything could distract me from the heavyweight wiener now resting against my thigh, but Simon’s touch steals my attention within seconds.
“I bet all of you is pretty, isn’t it, My?” Simon palms my breast, his large hand working my soft flesh with expert precision. “Can I see?”
I’ve worked so hard to make my body my own, never thinking I’d share it with anyone again. It’s so different than it was. Thicker. Filled out and fed. Marked with ink and piercings.
And I’m glad.
Because it makes it easier to separate myself from whatwasso I can leap into whatmight be.
Pressing my lips together, I smother down the tiny bit of fear trying to keep me from moving forward. I give Simon a small nod as I pull in a deep breath and jump.
“I’ll show you anything you want.”
18
SIMON
I cameinto this room with a plan. Plus a few back-up options.
Right now I can’t remember a single one of them.
Myra knocked me off the rails with her offer, sending my brain stumbling over the opportunity in front of me as it tries to rebalance and refocus on the goals that drive me. The intentions that make sure I don’t end up in places I don’t want to be. That the past I’ve worked hard to put behind me doesn’t repeat itself.
And since I’ve already made so many mistakes when it comes to Myra, I give myself just a little space. Enough room to take a few breaths before I do something stupid.
Like fuck her raw right here on the bathroom counter.
Forcing my hands away from her body, I move them to grip the counter at each side of her hips, leaning my weight into the hold as I level my eyes on hers. “Then show me.”
It sounds like a dare. Maybe a taunt. It’s not. I’m trying to see how comfortable she is with the situation.
With me.
I saw the look on Myra’s face when her eyes landed on my dick. Even if she hadn’t said a word, I would have known it was more than she was expecting. Myra’s not a virgin, but in many ways she’s still naive. Innocent enough she can’t fathom the kinds of things I want to do to her.
To do with her.
But I want—need—her completely on board. To be nothing less than a completely enthusiastic partner in anything and everything that happens between us. Be it focused on her goals...
Or mine.
Myra takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she inhales and blows it out. Then, without any further hesitation, she grabs the hem of the T-shirt she’s been wearing while we work, and drags the worn cotton up her body, revealing the creamy white skin of her belly, inch by inch.
Anticipation makes it impossible to breathe as my eyes track the slow drag of fabric, memorizing every inch she offers. Just in case Myra changes her mind. I would understand if she did, but I also want to take as much of this—of her—with me when I go.
And if Myra hits the brakes on this, Iwillhave to go. There’s no way I could see her and not touch her now that I know what it feels like.
Myra’s arms lift higher, rising above her head as the inside-out garment passes over her face, collecting the waves of her blonde hair before releasing the strands as it tugs free. I take a deep breath, similar to the one she took seconds ago, pulling in the warm, sweet scent of her skin. Its intensity has ramped up exponentially now that there’s less separating her from me, andI want to bury my face between her tits and against her neck, smelling it directly from the source.
Miraculously, I manage to hold my ground and my position. I’m not sure the counter will survive tonight given how tightly I’m squeezing it, but I’m sure Christian can find me a replacement.
Myra rubs her lips together, watching me as I drink her in. “You can touch me if you want.”
“It’s not about what I want.” If it was, my hands would have been all over her months ago.
Myra’s throat works on a swallow, her blue eyes holding mine. I’m so focused on the invitation I’m praying will come, that I don’t notice one hand has moved behind her back until the slide of her bra straps slipping off her shoulders draws my gaze down.
