Page 112 of Worth Every Moment
“You’re so dirty, Lefroy.”
I turn back to the loo, but I can’t fucking pee.Shit. Is this stage fright? I need to perform.She’s waiting.
If I can’t pee, it’s gonna feel like I can’t ejaculate. And fuck, did I just ejaculate. I’ve never seen so much cum. The fact that she’snot on the pill is worrying, but for now, all I want is to be able to urinate.
Erica crosses her arms over her chest and stretches out her long legs as her eyebrow rises. “You can’t do it.”
I glance over at her. “Of course I can.”
“Go on then.”
Take a piss, Seb. Take a fucking piss.
Erica waits just long enough for it to be all too fucking obvious that I cannot pee with her in the room before she walks towards me, slaps me on the bare arse, and says, “I’ll give you a little privacy.” She flashes me the cutest smile, complete with a hint of gentle mockery, and leaves the bathroom. I hang my head, shoulders shaking as I laugh to myself. The door clicks behind her and I let go, a healthy golden shower decorating the bowl.Thank fuck for that. I was worried I might need to get my prostate checked.
When I’m done, I add some bath salts to the bath water and check the temperature. Erica knocks on the door, and I let her in.
“I could get used to this,” she says.
“What?”
“Hanging out with you, butt naked.”
“I have absolutely no objections to that.”
She stands beside me, resting her hand on my back where I’m leaning over the bath. “You have a gorgeous body. Can I keep it?”
Oh, fuck.The answer is yes, obviously. It’s hers. Always has been, and always will be. But I have no idea how I can make that happen.
“How long do you want it for?” I ask as casually as I can, ignoring the guilty thump of my heart as I stand upright and turn to face her. I took her virginity, and I have to end it between us. I’m going to lose this beautiful, wonderful woman, and I’ve barely had her for a moment. The pain in my heart is so intense, it causes a blinding light to flash behind my eyes, and whenI blink it away, all I see is Erica. Her cheeks are flushed, her dark hair falling free over her shoulders, those perfect breasts on display. I want to reach out and hold them. Holdher. Never,everlet her go.Erica pointedly clears her throat, and I shake my head and raise my guilty gaze to meet hers.
“Sorry. You being naked is really distracting,” I murmur, hoping she takes the comment at face value.
Her smile is barely a flicker. “I want to be with you. Properly. Not fake. This isn’t fake. Not anymore.” She steps closer, places a hand flat against my heart, soothing the pain that just wrecked my chest, and kisses me. “I want this to be real. Can we make it real?”
The only thing I’ve ever wanted is to make it ‘real’ with Erica Lefroy, and if I didn’t know it before, I know it now, standing here naked with her hand on my heart. There is no way I’m marrying anyone else. I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to sort it out with Dad and Diana, but I will. And I’ll do it before Erica ever finds out it was even a possibility. She’s the only woman in the world for me, and to marry anyone else would kill me.
BeforeI can think twice, I say,“Yes.”
“Really?” Her eyes sparkle. “You want that too?”
“Yes. Absolutely. You’re the only person I want to be with, ever. So yes. I love you, and I’d love to be with you. For real, for as long as you want me.”
A wide smile spreads over her face as she steps into the water and sinks into the tub. “You can get in,” she says, and it feels like she’s inviting me to spend my life with her, and I’ve never felt so elated.
She’s half-submerged, pink nipples poking out above the water, tendrils of dark hair trailing on the surface.So beautiful.This woman, thisgoddess, is finallymine. Love swells in everycell of my body until it feels like more than I can contain. She is everything I've ever needed, and everything I ever will.
I slide into the hot water at the other end of the huge tub. My legs rub against hers, her skin so soft that it makes me ache for something I can’t even determine.
I take her foot in my hands and glide my thumb over the arch as I massage her foot. She hums, smiling as I work over the sole. If I could do this for the rest of my life, I would die the happiest of men.
“Will you tell me why you never looked the other women in the eye?” she says gently.
I release her foot and reach for the other, massaging it the same way. “I told you. I don’t want to mislead anyone.”
“Okay.” She sighs, relaxing as I tend to her foot. “Why don’t you remember their names?”
I rub each of her toes individually, bidding for time. “Sometimes I forget. Or they don’t tell me.”
