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There’s so much vulnerability on her face, and in her voice, and in her very actions, that it gives me pause. Makes my throat tighten a little.
‘I know, gorgeous. For what it’s worth, I’m very, very happy you’re making this decision.’
‘Just go easy on me, okay?’
I brush her knuckles with my hand and choose my words. ‘I don’t think I need to go easy on you. And I don’t think you’ll want that when we get down to it. But with every single thing I do, I’ll be doing it for you. Right? And you can tell me to stop at any time. I mean it.’
Though I might die if she follows through on that offer.
‘All right.’ She drops her hands. ‘Go for it.’
I’m smiling even as I brush her hair back over her shoulder and undo the knot, because I know what’s in store. I know she’s going to be so fucking beautiful.
And holy shit, she really is.
Jesus Christ.
My Nora is a knockout. Just look at her.
I slide the robe off her shoulders and greedily take in what she’s offering up to me. The high, perfect tits. Just the right handful. Her pink nipples hardened into points so perfect, so suckable that my mouth fills with saliva and I can feel my cock begin to leak. The neat brown landing strip that’s like a fucking beacon for where I want to go. Her creamy, flawless skin. I’m a skin guy. And Nora’s skin has hypnotised me since the first time I felt it.
I get all this.
I get to taste her and inhale her and lick her and fuck her andlearnher.
And, as I told her last weekend on my terrace, I’m going to unwind her.
Make her go off like a fucking firework.
I cannot wait.
I lick my lips and take her hands, even though my fingers are itching to explore the rest of her body. ‘You are so beautiful,’ I tell her. ‘I fucking knew it. You’re better than any fantasy.’
She smiles at me like my compliment has given her a real kick.
But how can that be?
How can it be possible that she doesn’t know how gorgeous she is?
‘Seriously?’
‘Deadly seriously.’ I give her hand a tug and lead her towards the thundering streams of water. ‘Now get in the fucking shower before I die.’
CHAPTER 24
Nora
Oh my God oh my God oh my God.
I thought about this all night, and all morning, and though I’m terrified, I have no choice. Because Theo Montague turns me on so much that I’m incapable of staying away from him anymore. He’s a walking Pandora’s box. There’s no way on earth I can keep my distance, refuse to sample the pleasures he’s offering.
He just makes it so easy. And so appealing. And I’ve been pretty good, haven’t I? I’ve only been with one guy in my whole life, FFS. Theo’s like the dessert you can’t stop drooling over when you’re on a diet. He’s the banoffee pie you cave and stick your entire face into.
Well, I’ve been on a diet for seven months, and it’s time to get stuck in.
It would be wrong not to.
I let him lead me into the shower and I’m smirking because I’m so nervous and thrilled and excited and apprehensive and delighted with myself for having the balls to actually do this.
