“I love you too.” His lips brush against mine. “I was just about to take a shower. We’ll do it together. I’ll wash you. I’ll take care of you.”
I nod. “I need to explain. I want to tell you about Corbin.”
The pad of his thumb runs over my bottom lip. “You will. You’ll tell me about him.”
“I didn’t love him.” I press my lips to his. “I’ve never been in love before.”
He pulls back to look at me. “I’ve never been either. I don’t know how to do this, angel, and there are things…things I have to tell you.”
My heart races with that confession. “They won’
t change how much I love you.”
“I pray that is true.” His voice is hoarse.
I stare into his dark eyes. I see the pain that’s always swimming there. “Let me help you with your burdens, Jeremy. I’m strong enough to carry them with you.”
He moves swiftly, scooping me up into his arms like I’m a bride. “Let’s wash today away in the shower and then we’ll talk. It’s time.”
It is time. It’s time for all of our secrets to be revealed.
Chapter 49
Jeremy
“Tell me about Corbin.”
It might be buying time, but I want to know about him. I’ve been waiting all day to hear about the man who she said ‘ I do ’ to in Vegas.
She leans back on the couch, the fluffy white robe she’s wearing opening to reveal her lean legs.
I wrapped it around her body after we showered.
Washing her was arousing. I wanted to drop to my knees and taste her. I yearned for her touch on my cock, but I needed the tenderness more. She did too.
I took care of her while the warm water pelted down on us.
We didn’t speak. There was no need for words.
Now, that we’re dried off and sitting across from one another, words are all we both crave.
“There’s not a lot to tell.” She tucks her legs beneath her. “We met in Vegas. I was twenty-one. He was a year older than me.”
My foot taps on the floor as I listen.
I pulled on boxer briefs after our shower. That’s all I’m wearing now as I sit in a chair.
“I went there to treat myself.” She looks toward the window. “I took the trip with a bunch of girls I’d met in college. I wasn’t close to any of them, but when they said they were going to Las Vegas for a concert and they had an extra ticket, I jumped at the chance.”
“Vegas can be hard to resist.” I smile.
“Yes.” Her eyes meet mine. “I was a virgin.”
That stops my heart for a full beat. “You were a virgin?”
“Twenty-one and never been touched.” She manages a small laugh. “I had been touched, but my experience was very limited.”
I’m not going to ask why she was still a virgin. I know why. She’s protective of herself. I could tell when she showed up at my hotel suite in Vegas that it wasn’t something she’d done before.