Page 135 of Beautifully Wounded

I shake my head. “Not really, that’s embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not really, but we can work on that later.” He chuckles and I shoot him a glare. “I’ll close my eyes if you like, Angel. Or you can hold the sheet up so only your eyes are uncovered to watch.”

Oh. My. God.

Am I really considering this?

My gaze tracks his hands as they move to the fly of his jeans and he pops open the button.

More heat gushes between my legs as the ache flutters teasingly.

I need… something.

“I can’t,” I whisper breathlessly, not meaning the words in the slightest as I watch him ease down his fly.

“I think you can, and I think you want to, but you don’t want to admit it. Why is it so hard to admit to wanting something like this?”

He parts his open jeans just enough to reveal red boxer briefs underneath, and as I watch, unable to drag my gaze away, he rearranges himself, the hard outline of his dick now showing through the fabric.

I shrug, not even remembering his question.

What did he ask again?

“Eyes up,” he demands, his fingers gesturing upwards, and in a flash, my gaze is back on his.

“Do you trust me, Angel?”

“Yes,” I say easily.

“Do you trust that I won’t touch you?”

“Yes.” Again, with ease, the word slips past my lips.

“Do you trust that if you tell me to close my eyes when you’re going to come that I will?”

I’m not entirely sure about that one, but I also don’t know if I care now. “Yes, I trust you.”

“Then I’d really like to get my cock out for you, Angel.”

Oh.

I press my thighs together as the ache becomes almost too unbearable to ignore.

“Will you let me do that?”

Omg, I can’t, can I?

“Can I take my cock out, Angel?”

I lick my lips, and before I realise what I’m doing, I nod quickly.

Instantly, he shoves down his jeans and kicks them off, rubbing the heel of his palm over the hard steel outline of his erection in his boxers before hooking his fingers in the waistband and removing them, too.

All the breath stays trapped in my lungs, my eyes not wavering from the sight before me, this man with strong thighs, rippling abs, and the biggest appendage I think I’ve ever seen standing before me without an ounce of shame or fear.

God, was it that big the other night?

It’s so hard, thick and veiny, and the tip is almost purple. Looks so different up close like this. So tempting compared to what I’ve seen in my past.

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