Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
That makes it easier to admit, “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had a good boyfriend.”
If anything, Daniel acted like I had an infectious disease and should be quarantined if I was having any “female-related issue” as he called it. Nope. I’m having too good of a time this weekend to even think of that man.
“Hey.” I rest my hand over his and shift my gaze to the floor. “While the cum rag did its job, I still feel a little sticky. Will you take another shower with me?”
He lets out a low chuckle. “Yeah, I can do that.”
After a quick shower—and another orgasm Jigsaw insisted was necessary—we’re both under the covers again. His hot, naked skin pressed up against mine. He strokes his fingers along my side, lulling me into a sleepy, contented state.
“We’re going to be fine. No matter what.” He brushes his lips over my shoulder.
I assume he’s referring to the missing condom. I can’t even let myself think about that right now.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Can I ask you something?”
Still floaty from the shower orgasm and half asleep, I’d pretty much agree to anything Jigsaw asked of me.
My lips curve into a dopey smile. “Always.”
“What did your ex say to you?”
Well, that’s enough to wake me right up.
I flip over and stare at him. “What?”
“Why…or how did someone make you feel like you were ‘broken in the s-e-x department?’ That’s what you said to me.” A deep frown creases his brow as he studies my face. “When you asked me for lessons? Will you tell me now?”
With one question my lovely afterglow bursts into flames of mortification.
“Why?” I yank the sheet up over my body, tucking it around my breasts. “Everything has been so nice this weekend. Why would you bring up something bad?”
“I love having you up here with everyone.” He lifts one shoulder. “I thought you trusted me enough by now.”
“I do trust you. I’ve told you things much more important than that. So, why does it matter?” It’s not the fear of him agreeing that I’m boring in bed holding me back anymore. I can’t stand the thought of him knowing that someone else saw me that way. I don’t want to remember anything about Daniel. Especially not now. “Are you afraid that we wouldn’t be together if I hadn’t asked for your…assistance?”
His frown deepens. “Not exactly.”
I trace my finger over his cheek and along his jaw. “I liked you the first time I met you.”
Which was right after I saw Daniel and he brought up all those awful feelings for me again.
It doesn’t matter.
I still liked Jigsaw when I ran into him at the wedding. Trusted him enough to make my ridiculous request. Daniel has nothing to do with us.
And God help me, I think I’m in love with him now. Even if I am too chicken to admit it and terrified he doesn’t feel the same way.
He captures my hand in his and brings it to his lips, dusting a light kiss against my inner wrist. “I liked you too.” One corner of his mouth slides up. “Well, I lusted after you. Deeply.”
Daniel always made me feel as sexy as a bag of frozen cauliflower. That Jigsaw found me instantly attractive melts some of my hesitation. “Even in all my protective gear?”
“Yeah,” he answers in a solemn tone. “You were so careful and caring with the person you were working on, but then you got all cute and flustered when I tried talking to you.”
“You didn’t try anything. You invaded all my senses.” My lips twitch. “In an electrifying way.”
“Electrifying.” He nods slowly. “That’s how I felt. Your eyes. They’re like staring into a storm—powerful, beautiful, and possibly dangerous.”
“You made me feel seen for the first time in a very long time.”
He dips down and presses his lips to mine. “I see nothing but you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Margot
The next morning after the guys attend church, we all settle in for breakfast in the dining room.
Thick slices of French toast and platters of eggs, sausage, and bacon are all spread out on the table. A whiff of maple syrup tickles my nose and my stomach growls.
“Hungry?” Jigsaw asks.
“Yes.” I lean up and kiss his cheek. “Someone gave me an intense workout all night long. I’m starving.”
His wide grin borders on smug. “We’ll bring some snacks and drinks upstairs tonight. Need to keep you fed and hydrated.”
“Agreed.”
When the line moves, I pick up a plate.
“What do you want?” Jigsaw asks, grabbing a set of tongs.
“I can do it.”
He squeezes the tongs open and closed. “Chop, chop. We’re holding up the line.”
Laughing, I point to a piece of French toast. “One of everything.”
He drops two of everything on my plate along with a heaping pile of scrambled eggs. “I’ll eat whatever you don’t,” he promises, leaning down to kiss my cheek.