Page 56 of Game Changer

That makes me wonder what he would lie about.

“More wine?” he asks right before finishing what’s left in his glass.

Shaking my head, I wave my hand over the rim of mine. “No. I’m good.”

“Have you had enough pizza?”

I smile. “I think I’m done for now.”

He rests a hand over mine. “I have a confession to make.”

“A confession?” I whisper, silently praying that it’s nothing sinister. “What confession?”

His gaze trails over the front of my dress. “It’s taken every ounce of patience I possess not to drop to my knees, hike that dress up, and dive between your legs for a taste of you.”

I squirm on my chair because the sound of his voice sayingthatto me is enough to make me want to rip his clothes off and drop to my knees for my first taste of him.

He leans close enough that his breath rushes over my cheek. “Tell me I don’t have to wait a second more, Opal.”

I push back just far enough that I can look into the depths of his eyes. I know that what’s about to happen between us will become a part of me. This night will be etched into my memory forever. “I’m all yours.”

34

William

Whatever the hellI did in this life to deserve this moment in time, I need to repeat it over and over again because one night with this woman will not be enough.

Since that thought has never entered my mind before, it catches me off guard. I suck in a deep breath and relish in the realization that Opal is different than anyone I’ve ever met.

I’ve never believed in the concept of soul mates. I’m not sure I ever will, but I’m starting to understand what true connection is. I’m staring at the most beautiful woman in the world as she slowly gazes around my bedroom. She’s taking her time looking at the art that graces the walls (all of it is courtesy of my brother) and the linens covering the bed.

I washed them earlier today when I first arrived. I carted the sheets, pillowcases, and the thin blue blanket that covers it all to the basement of this building. I tossed them into one of the decades-old washing machines before using the only available dryer.

I wanted everything to be perfect for her, yet it’s not.

She’s about to share her body with me in a bed she assumes I crawl into every night. I’m an asshole for letting her think that this is the place I currently call home, yet my need for her is trampling all over my decency.

She rests her back against the wall behind her as her hands suddenly jump to the neckline of her dress. “I’m feeling a little warm.”

I hold in a laugh. “Is that your way of telling me that you want me to strip you?”

Her fingers quickly work on the beaded buttons that line the front of the dress. Each slide of a button through a hole reveals more of what’s beneath. At first, I spot smooth skin, and then it’s red lace when her bra comes into view.

It’s almost painful to watch her uncover her body. I’ve wanted her so desperately for weeks that I wouldn’t be shocked if my cock broke through the zipper of my pants. I’mthathard.

I tug the sweater I’m wearing over my head, but all it does is stop Opal in her tracks. Her hands stall as she gives me the once-over.

I’m tempted to flex my biceps, but I ditched that trick sometime in college. Back then, the move always made the woman I was with swoon. I’m not looking for that with Opal, though. All I want is her genuine reaction to everything that’s about to happen in this room.

“You must work out every day,” she whispers.

I pat my stomach. “I should work out every day, but I get in some time each week at the gym.”

“I don’t,” she confesses.

I have no idea if it’s meant to bring a smile to my face, but it does. “You’re perfect.”

“I like my body,” she says just as the dress falls to the floor, revealing the bra and matching panties.

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