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Her hands are there a moment later, thumb hooking in the band of my boxer briefs. Then there’s no more clothing, just cool air.
Brielle steps back, her eyes moving across my skin, slowly going down to my cock. “Do you like what you see?” I ask.
“Very much.”
“Now, take off your dress,” I request. Her fingers move to the straps, but I change my mind. “Stop.”
Her gaze finds mine in a flash.
“I want to do it,” I explain. “Let me undress you, strip you down and see every glorious inch of you.”
“Spencer.”
My name on her lips is like heaven. “I am going to make you forget everything in this world but me, do you understand?”
She nods.
“Good.”
Because if this is all we’ll ever have again, then I am going to make it worth everything.
ChapterTwenty-Two
BRIELLE
My limbs are trembling, but I lock my muscles so he doesn’t see. Spencer moves toward me like I am his prey. He’s strong, sexy, and while I thought I had control, it’s clear that’s gone now.
It’s what I need.
I don’t want to think anymore. I want to feel and be lost because he’s what anchors me anyway.
His thumbs move against my collarbone, playing with me for a few seconds. “Are you nervous, sweetheart?”
“No.” It’s a lie, but I don’t want this to stop. I’m nervous, but not about being with him. I’m nervous that he’ll find me lacking. I’m not the models he’s used to. My body is far from perfect. I have lumps and scars. I have stretch marks on my hips from the summer before freshman year in high school when I grew two inches. I am not perfect. I’m flawed.
“No lies,” he says, echoing the promise we share.
My heart rate jumps as his one hand slides the strap off my right shoulder. “I’m not...nervous, I just want to be good enough. I want you to like what you see.”
That causes him to stop. His hands are holding my face tenderly. “You are perfect. Do you hear me? It’s me who isn’t good enough for you, Brielle. You’re Eve, and I came to the garden when I shouldn’t have. I’m here, ready to cut the entire tree down, knowing that the temptation isn’t the apple, but you. Don’t you see, I’m the one who doesn’t deserve this moment.”
“If I’m Eve, then you should know I don’t want the apple anyway. I want you. I want the snake and the sin and the promise of the future.”
Spencer’s thumb moves against my lips. “I want the apple. And if I can only get this taste tonight, then God help me because I will never be the same.”
My hands move to his wrists so I can hold him as he holds me. “Then take what’s offered, and we’ll worry about the rest later.”
His lids close as he presses his forehead against mine. He gives me a soft kiss, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. Spencer places me on my feet in front of my bed.
Wordlessly, he pulls both straps, sliding them down my arms, and then it pools on the floor.
I step out of it, my heels still on.
He tips my chin up. “I don’t even have to look to know how stunning you are. I like every part of you. Every freckle, every scar, every imperfection you see, I see beauty.”
I think I might have just died a little.
I push myself up and kiss him because there are no words that will compare to that. He kisses me as he walks me back to the bed and unhooks my strapless bra and tosses it away.
