Page 113 of Collect the Pieces

Jigsaw

Why’d I wait so long to tell her I love her? Because now that I’ve said it, I can’t stop saying it.

And by the fourth time she says it back, I actually believe her. But when she admits she held back because she was scared of losing me, that’s when the sappy shit really starts pouring out of my mouth.

“You could never scare me away,” I reassure her. “I’m afraid I’ll scareyouaway. I’m way too fucking needy when it comes to you.”Fuck, I can’t believe I just fucking admitted that.“And I hate that I just said that out loud. But I trust you.”

“You’re not needy,” she whispers, rubbing herself against my already painfully hard cock.

How wrong you are.

I think she misunderstood my level of neediness.

“You can say anything to me.” She brushes her lips against mine. “Tell me anything. Everything.”

Nope.Already came too close to admitting I want to be with her every second of the day. That even when we’re in the same bed, I dream about her. How I never have a single fucking nightmare when she’s sleeping next to me.

After visiting my sister and picking through all the garbage of our past, I thought for sure the nightmares would return with a swift vengeance. I should’ve been trapped in an endless loop of clawing at the locked door in my father’s basement, his voice in my ear, commanding me to repent. Or the other one, where I find Jezzie broken and bloodied, unable to answer me when I scream her name.

But the nightmares didn’t come.

It’s because of Margot. Having her curled up against me, breathing slow and steady, grounded me with every inhale.

So I finally said it.

And then I said too much.

I keep my mouth occupied kissing every inch of her, but she still has clothes in my way. “I love you.” I tug the straps of her top down and her breasts pop free. “I want to make love to you.”

“You already are,” she whispers in a breathless rush.

She pulls her arms free of the straps and I tug the material down, kissing each bit of skin I expose. I dip my tongue in her navel and her stomach quivers with laughter.

“Let’s take these off.” I twist her shorts down her legs, and she lifts her feet for me to take them all the way off. I sit back and admire her. All bare except for the little scrap of satin twisted around her waist. Heels on the mattress. Ready for me. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

She shyly drops her knees together.

“No.” I run my hands over her calves. “Open for me.”

She spreads her knees wider.

“Good. Stay like that.”

I slide off the bed and shove my boxer briefs off, then stop at the nightstand for a condom and toss it on the bed.

She rolls her head to the side, eyes on me the whole time.

I dive back on the bed, right between her thighs. My face inches from her pussy, her heat washing over me. I kiss her inner thigh and her breath stutters, body shaking.

I hook my arms under her legs, yanking her closer, and use my fingers to spread her open, exposing her glistening skin.

“I…I want…” She reaches down, resting her hand over mine.

I drag my tongue through her slit several times. Her body jerks and wiggles. Finally, I tease my tongue around her clit.

“Yes, yes, yes. Please,” she begs.

The evil part of me wants to tease her but I want her too much. I suck at her clit, tracing the tip of my tongue against her until she’s in a frenzy.

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