Page 99 of Collision

Ten years ago I’d been plagued by dreams of this; months went by as I fought off fantasies and daydreams and desires I knew I could not act on.

But reality is so much more than I had ever anticipated.

“You know -” My voice is low and strained, like I’m holding back a guttural, animalistic growl. “You never did tell me who you’re wearing that for.”

I want her to say it’s for me, that she slipped into something so ridiculously tempting thinking of me ripping it off of her. I want to hear that she’s been dreaming of this too. I know she’s been dreaming of this, really. Mikaela sleep talks. But her true answer steals my breath and shatters me simultaneously. Her true answer dances with sadness.

“For me,” she whispers, her eyes wide with honesty and vulnerability. “I - I read it can make you feel…”

As her voice trails away, that familiar look of uncertainty and self-doubt creeps into her eyes. She looks to the floor and I step forwards, closing the distance between us once more. My fingers trace the cup of her breast, skimming the thin line between the lace and her skin.

“Beautiful?” I ask her with a soft smile. When she looks back to me, I see her doubt. “Because you are, Mikaela. You have always been so incredibly beautiful.”

I kiss her gently, pulling her closer with a tug of the fabric I hold between my fingertips, and run my hand down the length of her spine. I can show her she is beautiful. I can worship her body so that she never doubts the power she holds again.

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