Falling for the Photographer - Page 70

He said he only wants me. Just me. Forever.

But the words won’t come out.

I try to force them, to make myself say them, but they won’t.

So I tell him something else instead, just as true.

“I own you too,” I say. “In all the ways you own me.”

“I know you do,” he says intensely, taking my hand and holding it tightly. “That’s exactly what I want.”

* * *

The cabin is clean and tidy, only a little dusty here and there.

I walk into the bedroom and put fresh sheets on the bed as Felix walks around in the next room, checking all the pipes and everything else.

As I smooth the sheets down, I mutter under my breath, “This is where I’m going to lose my virginity.”

Even saying the words to myself feels like it takes a massive effort.

Sun shines through the big window, giving the cozy room a warm glow.

I stare at the bed, reminding myself this is happening. It’s real.

Felix freaking Fallon is in the next room, burning up with desire for me, as ready as I am.

I turn, startled to find Felix standing there. He fills the doorframe, his hands hanging at his sides, fists clenched, eyes more intense than I’ve ever seen them. Which is sort of like saying the sun is the hottest it’s ever been.

He blazes as he stares at me with all the attention I ever could’ve imagined.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me?” I mutter.

He steps into the room, nodding. “Say it again.”

“I’m a virgin,” I whisper. “I wanted to tell you. I tried. But it never felt like the right time, and I don’t know. It’s like there’s this block. But there it is, Felix. That’s me. A virgin.”

He walks right up to me but stops before we touch, his gaze never moving.

“Tell me what this means,” he snarls.

“I don’t….”

He grabs my sides and pulls me to him. His heat blazes through his body, his muscles seeming to expand, getting even fuller, harder.

He grabs me with the tight urgency of my sex getting steamy, clammy, and most of all, needy. I remember how euphoric it felt when he was pumping his hand between my legs.

“Tell me,” he snaps, staring at me like nobody else exists.

Not Lola, not Maddie, nobody.

Just us. Just me and him, my man.

I know what he wants.

“You want me more,” I whisper, reading him the same way he does with me. “You said you owned me. You sounded so freaking hot when you said you owned all my orgasms, forever. I think this makes you even more…more certain?”

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