Page 96 of Loving the Legend
I make a whiny noise, dropping my head back as my face flares with embarrassment.
“Oh fuck,” I moan when his tongue glides the underside of my cock.
He pops off of me. “We’re not done with this conversation,” he says before sucking on my head.
“Mm-hmm,” I moan, caressing the back of his head. I surrender and let him take me apart. Once my gaze travels up from his stretched lips to his gorgeous, fiery eyes, I rupture. Delirious from his husky grunts, I fuck his face until I’m spent. He places a soft kiss against my dick before he climbs to his feet.
When I reach for his zipper, he pulls back and cups the back of my neck, dusting kisses from my chin down to the side of my neck. “You don’t know why I’m with you?” I arch my neck and trail my fingers along his nipple and down his abs. He presses his forehead to mine. “Talk to me, baby. Where is this coming from?”
I stiffen. Damn vodka’s revealing my insecurities. I scrub my hand over my forehead. “Uh, everywhere…I have eyes. I see the way women look at you. Men too. You could be swimming in pussy and ass.”
He shakes his head. “Nah. None of that’s real. You know that. They want their idea of me. You actually see m—”
“You don’t have to say that.”
“Wait, let me finish,” he says, brushing a kiss against my lips. “You’re everything I want in a partner. I’ve never been this happy with anyone. How could you doubt it?”
“I know that you love me. I just don’t always get…”
“What do you mean?” he asks, eyebrows bunched. He’s staring at me like I’m speaking in a foreign tongue.
I huff. “Why am I the one that you fell in love with?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he fires back.
I scoff. He’s so unbelievably lovable.
He arches his eyebrow. “Okay,” he says with a slow nod. He presses his lips against my ear. “I love you because you’re you.” A spiral of heat coils from my ear down to my toes. He presses closer to me. “I love your intellect and wisdom. I want to explore inside of that expansive brain all day. You’re terrified of opening your heart up, yet you manage to love with every inch of it. You’re sexy as fuck, like goddamn!” he barks, making me laugh. “And you’re my best friend.”
I tilt back to meet his gaze. “You’re my best friend too.”
“I know.” He brushes a kiss against my lips. “Even though you avoid the media, well people in general”—he grins—“doesn’t mean I don’t see how people interact with you. How desperately they try to get past your walls. I don’t know how I got through, but I count myself lucky that you let me in.”
It wasn’t really a choice. I couldn’t keep him out if I tried.
“Even though I try every day, I’ll never know all of your depths. And because of that, I’ll always know humility with you.Sometimes, I fear I’ve met you too late, and we’ll never have enough time.”
My eyes sting as I nod. I carry the same fear. Even if we lived to a hundred, it wouldn’t be enough time together.
“It’s also low-key comforting that you’re oblivious to people flirting with you. You have no radar for it—none.”
“Nobody flirts with me!” I retort as I pull on the robe.
He cackles against my neck.
I scan my memory for times when he might’ve noticed someone flirting with me, and I come up blank. I stare at our fingers intertwined and gaze at my initials monogrammed on the robe. I grin. “Smooth.”
He reaches into a drawer and pulls out matching monogrammed slippers. I slip them on along with the robe. “That’s it. I’m never leaving this yacht.”
He traces the outline of my lips. “Thought you had rings to cop, trophies to win?”
“Pfft. Paltry dreams.”
He grins. “Just like that, V’s turned you into a man of leisure?”
“That was your plan all along, wasn’t it? Have V seduce me, so that I retire early? Who’d demolish your records if I’m retired?”
He winks. His fingers trail the rims of my eyes, and his smile recedes. “Another nightmare?”
