Page 92 of Margot
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
LENNOX
When Sutton broke down at the piano it made me hot with rage but nothing was able to overcome the need to make her smile again. Yes, I wanted DuBois dead but I wanted her happy first. She took a moment to collect herself in our bedroom after she drank the tea I made her and I went into our bathroom to fill the tub with water and her favorite bath soak. Whatever was in it made her smell like roses and vanilla and it made me want to devour her. I lit candles and put on the work of Ravel. Hearing her favorite composer sent her running into the bathroom to see what I was doing.
“Lennox, oh my god.” Her smile wasn’t as bright as I wanted it to be but it was a good start. Her jumping into my arms and hugging me was an even better start. I lifted her petite frame off the ground and kissed her neck.
I thought it was too much. I thought maybe after that breakdown, she’d back away from me but she didn’t. She hooked her legs around my middle and I braced her with my hands cupping her ample ass.
I had to pull back and look into her eyes just to make sure Margot hadn’t taken the wheel. When I saw the innocence in those big brown eyes, I knew it was my Sutton.
“Let me get out of these clothes and then we can get in the tub. I think I really need a hot bath to relax me right now.”
“Did you say we?” I quizzed, making sure my ears hadn’t stopped working.
“Yes, Lennox,” she laughed a little. Sadness still clung to her energy by the fingertips but if she just let me love her the right way, I’d make it all disappear.
“Okay. I just had to make sure,” I chuckled. It was like getting close to my crush all over again. I didn’t know how to act around her. I didn’t know how to behave or when to make a move. I just didn’t want to scare her off because getting closer to Sutton was a dream come true. I’d never want to fumble such a precious gift.
I set her on her feet and followed her into the bedroom. I watched her peel out of the white sweater dress she wore. Underneath she had on a bright pink bra and panty set that left little to the imagination. Everything was sheer and it made my cock beg for her as it pressed against the fly of my pants.
She peeked at me through long thick lashes and I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth. I was hungry but I knew not to pounce on her too quickly. I had to let her do things her way and at her pace.
It had been so long since it was Sutton that initiated any intimacy between us. Honestly, I don’t think she ever initiated intimacy. Not like this. Not dripping with involuntary sexuality.
I stroked my beard while she took off her bra and freed her perfect honey brown tits. My mouth watered at the sight of her stiff nipples. I wanted to run my tongue across them while she moaned.
Next, she took off her panties and my eyes feasted on the landing strip of hair leading to her thick pussy lips. My dick was hard enough to cut diamonds.
The way she stood naked in front of me meant so much more than sex. It meant more than anything she could fathom. She was letting me look at her. I didn’t have to fight for it. I didn’t have to take pity crumbs dealt at my feet. Sutton was allowing me to take her in without flinching, without being scared.
I wanted her to know that she wasn’t alone. I’d never let her strip bare without me doing the same thing. It was my job to be at her side and that’s exactly what I was going to do.
I pulled my shirt off and unbuttoned my jeans before pushing them down my thighs. Sutton stared at my every movement. Her hand slid timidly across her chest once my underwear came off.
I watched her gaze drop to my dick and I made it jump for her a little. The smirk she gave was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
“Let’s go get in the tub, Mrs. English, before I eat you alive.”
“Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing?” She teased as we went into the bathroom. I held her hand while she climbed into the tub and then I settled behind her so that she was resting against my chest.
“This is perfect,” Sutton sighed, running her fingertips along the surface of the water.
“It is,” I muttered against her neck. My lips could never stray too far from her. Even when she pushed me away. Sutton was my drug of choice.
“Can I rub your shoulders?” I asked.
“You can rub whatever you want,” she cleared her throat as if the words were in danger of lodging in her esophagus never to see the light of day.
“You sure about that?” I quizzed, slipping my hand along her flat stomach.
“Positive,” she nodded. I started off rubbing her shoulders because her words were clear but her body still held on to knots of tension. I worked them out with my hands until she was putty.
Ravel’s gorgeous notes danced through the air light and free, setting the mood and putting both Sutton and me at ease. When she rolled her head to one side, exposing her pretty neck, I couldn’t help leaving a trail of kisses up to her earlobe.
She didn’t moan yet but her body responded and she arched her back. While my lips worked on her neck and shoulder, I let my soapy hands roam her full tits. I pinched her nipple between my fingers and she let out a gasp.
That gasp made me hard as a fucking rock.
