Page 50 of Worth the Try
I pinch his arm.
“Ow!” He laughs, then pulls me close again. “Did I, or did I not, just make you come?”
Heat singes my cheeks as I look down.
“God, you’re adorable when you blush,” he murmurs, guiding his finger under my chin to force my eyes back to his. They’re a warm brown, kind and gentle with the tiniest glint of teasing in them. “I want to see all of you, Elodie. As far as I’m concerned,your body is flawless. It’s everything I want. But I only want to see what you’re comfortable showing me.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about,” I say, and I mean it. “It’s you.” My cheeks flame hotter.
His sweet grin morphs into a full-on smirk. “Explain.”
I cover my face.
A soft chuckle escapes him as he works carefully to peel my hands away. “Hurry, before the water gets ice cold.” Then he winks. “You afraid to see what’s between my legs?”
I pinch him again, going for the fleshy part of his chest right on the inside of his armpit.
“Ow!” He rubs the spot and fakes a scowl. “Okay, okay, I’m getting out. Or do you want to get out first?”
Admittedly, I haven’t thought this through. If I get out first, then my lady parts are going to be right in front of his face. But ifhegets out first, then it’shisparts that are inmyface.
And that’s the problem, because I think…I think I’d like that. A lot.
Ansel doesn’t need to know that I’ve only had one partner,andthat it was the man I thought I was going to marry,andthat I rarely orgasmed with him. He also doesn’t need to know that my ex was never a fan of giving or receiving oral. And Ansel mostdefinitelydoesn’t need to know that, right now, all I want to do is throw him on the bed and see how long it takes me to run my lips over every part of his body.
His spectacular, muscular, big-thighed body.
Seriously. God bless rugby.
“Earth to Elodie,” Ansel teases. “Who’s putting their ass in front of whose face?”
My jaw unhinges. “Oh my God, did you seriously just say that?”
He laughs, the sound burrowing deep into my heart. “I did. Now answer me, love.”
“You,” I blurt. “No! Wait. Me.”
His lips quirk. “Are you sure? I’ll cover my eyes if you want me to.”
“You can look.”
It’s as though he’s a kid who’s just been told he has a pile of presents to open. “Yeah?”
I nod. “You did just make me come, after all,” I say with a grin.
“That I did.” He wiggles his fingers. “Up you go.”
I stand before I can think more about it, turning away from him as shyness punches into me. I hustle out onto the plush mat, then step to grab the towel he laid out and wrap it around me. I don’t bother trying to dry myself; my only goal is to cover up.
It’s only then that I notice how quiet Ansel’s gone.
I turn, not knowing what to expect, and a soft gasp leaves my mouth.
Gone is the sweet man I know. The man who puts everyone before himself. The man who insists onpleaseandthank you. In its place is a predator. A man with dark, hooded eyes who stares at me as if he’s starving, and I am his meal.
Instantly, my core tightens and warms. Because I really,reallylike this look.
Without a word, he stands. Water and bubbles sluice down his body, and I shamelessly take my fill. God, he isbeautiful. Taut, honed muscles grace nearly every inch of him, his broad shoulders angling down to hips that divot down to an impressive dick that makes my mouth water. His thigh muscles flex and pulse as he steps out of the tub, and I finally see the entirety of the rose tattoo, its deep red hues even darker in the dim light.
