The Truth About Lennon - Page 53

“Take them off.”

Eyes narrowed, Lennon does as I ask. She flicks the front clasp of her bra, allowing the silky material to fall to the floor. At least that’s where I think it falls; I don’t bother to look because my eyes are full of her breasts. Her nipples pucker under the heat of my gaze, which is drawn downward as Lennon slips off her underwear.

“Fucking beautiful.”

“What about you?”

“Hell, no.” I shake my head, dragging my eyes back up her body. “I’m not near as beautiful as you.”

Lennon fights a smile. “That’s not what I meant.”

I grin. “What did you mean?”

My pants are already undone, thanks to this gorgeous woman, but the longer she stands in front of me naked, the harder my cock gets. What I’m about to do is going to be torture, but worth every fucking second.

She nods toward me. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?”

“No.” I shake my head. “Remember I said tonight was going to be different?”

“Yes…” Her smile falters.

“Well, this is the different part. Tonight is about you.”

Pushing off the bed, I close the distance between us in two long strides. Unable to help myself, I run the back of my hand down Lennon’s chest, over a breast, grazing her nipple. Stepping behind her, I flatten my palm against her belly and lower my fingers until they meet her pussy.

“Noah—”

I cup my other hand over her mouth. Bringing my lips to her ear, I whisper, “Tonight I need you to be quiet.”

Lennon glances over her shoulder, her eyes filled with excitement and trepidation.

“Can you do that for me?”

She nods.

“Because we don’t want Nova to hear us.” I slide my fingers along her folds, then push into her tight, wet heat. Lennon moans when I add a second finger and throws her head back against my chest. I quickly withdraw my hand and take a step back. Without my body to lean on, Lennon sags, and she whines at the loss of my hand.

“Quiet.”

Lennon whips her head around, her eyebrows raised, but she doesn’t dare say a word.

“Do you want my hands on you?”

She nods.

?

?You’re soaked, Lennon. Are you always this wet when you’re around me?”

She nods again, her eyes glazing over.

“Get on the bed.”

Swallowing hard, she does as I ask, situating herself against the pillows on my California king.

I don’t dare get up there with her, because if I do, I’ll have no choice but to fuck her, and right now I have other things planned.

Better things.

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