Page 134 of Beautifully Wounded

His deep raspdoes something to me. The way he says cock sounds so sensual and not at all dirty in the way I’ve heard it used in the past.

“Yes,” I admit on a whisper, and he presses his forehead back against mine.

“That was all for you, Angel. That’s what you do to me.”

“I do?” I whisper again, like I can’t bear to ask such a thing out loud.

“Fuck yes. For years I haven’t wanted anyone to touch me, but then you were watching me, and all I could think about was having your hand wrapped around me.”

Heat rushes between my legs at his words. It’s almost shocking how much there is, but I don’t fight it. I want it. So much.

“Did seeing me like that turn you on? Make that ache worse?” he asks, pulling back and brushing his thumbs over my cheeks again, and I nod quickly.

“Then how about you watch me again?”

I’m the one to pull back this time, Ringo’s hands falling away as my gaze darts to the window, and he chuckles.

“Not out there. In here, just you and me.” He gestures between us.

For a long beat, all I can do is stare at him.

He’s suggesting… just him and me in here, while he…

Ringo shifts off the bed, standing next to it and pointing to the couch.

“I can stand right here so you get a good look, or if you want me further away, I can sit there on the couch, and you can be over here on the bed. You can hide under the blankets if you like, so I can’t see what you’re doing, and you can watch me while you touch yourself.”

All the air leaves my lungs, even as my heart starts to race in anticipation.

“I can’t do that.”

“Of course you can.” He smiles warmly, even as he reaches behind his neck and tugs off this tee.

Oh dear lord, I can’t think now.

Abs.

Hard ridges.

Ink.

Skin.

I feel thirsty just looking at him.

When he flexes his pecs, I jerk out of my daze, meeting his intense stare.

“I can’t do that… you’ll see my face.”

He grins wide, and one could almost call it a shit-eating grin.

I think he likes making me uncomfortable like this.

“You don’t want me to see your come face?”

He did not just ask me that!

Shit. My cheeks are on fire.

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