If You Were Mine(5)

God, I wanted her right here, right now. I wanted to bare myself to her, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well.

My body wanted her, but my mind roared out to go slow, that I needed to tell her how I felt first, show her with words what she meant to me.

“There’s things I want to say too, things I should have said a long time ago.” Lennon said in his deep voice.

My heart raced, and every part of me became strung tight. I looked into her eyes, the blue sweeping me in, holding me down. I realized this was what life was, what I’d been missing. I had known I wanted her for a long time, but until I saw her being touched by someone else, and felt the possessive side rise up in me, did I then realize I’d always wanted her.

I’d always wanted this.

I just needed to tell her how I felt, show her that she was mine. Without wasting another moment, I just said what was in my heart.

“I’ve always wanted you, but I’ve been buried too deep in my own thoughts and feelings to be a man and tell you how I felt.” I watched as the pulse at the base of her neck jumped, her pupils dilating, her breathing increasing. I leaned in an inch, our mouths so close if I said one word they’d brush together.

“Is this for real?” she questioned softly, her eyes so big as she stared at me.

“I want it to be our reality.” I wasn’t going to lie, or pretend that what I wanted wasn’t authentic. I wanted her to know that in my heart I was genuine, that I truly needed her in my life.

“But your family, the media?” She breathed out harshly and I could see she was afraid, nervous. “The Crown?”

I shook my head, knowing that she would have worried about all this, but wanting to reassure her. “None of that matters.” I cupped the side of her face, her skin warm, soft. “Just tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

Please tell me I’m the one you want.

“Tell me what you want.” I had my hand on the back of her head now, keeping her close, a part of me afraid she’d leave, that the subtle things I’d seen in her were wrong. I worried maybe it had all been in my head, that she didn’t want me, that I just needed her so much I’d envisioned the entire thing.

“You.” And when she said that one word, with a little breathy moan that had me groaning, I couldn’t stop myself from what I did next.

I leaned in and kissed her.



Daisy



He kissed me until I couldn’t breathe, until I clung to him like there was nothing else keeping me stable. My heart was in my throat, beating wildly, intensely, threatening to come right out of my skin.

He pulled away, the flavor of him coating my lips, tongue, the very part of me that ached the most. Lennon consumed me.

He wanted me, which seemed surreal all in itself.

The feel of his mouth on mine was a heady reminder of all I’d been missing, of all I’d wanted since I realized I needed him in my life.

“Tell me again what you want,” he said low, his breath moving along my face, sending tendrils of desire racing to my marrow.

God, is this really happening?

“You, I want you.” I couldn’t breathe. “I’ve always wanted you but was too afraid to say anything.” I’d worried about crossing lines, being humiliated because he didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t know how his family would react, the news, the country, if they knew I was in love with Prince Lennon.

But all of that seemed so trivial now.

Before I knew what was happening, he had his hands on my waist and was pulling me onto his lap. I gasped, this forward action making me feel exposed, heated. I’d never been with a man, never even thought about being with one until I realized I wanted Lennon.

My legs were now on either side of his waist, and he settled back against the couch, getting comfortable, making this intimate. I felt exposed, like I couldn’t even think rationally over what was going on.

He watched me for long seconds, his gaze heavy-lidded, his face and body so masculine I couldn’t help but feel all female with him.

He’d always been in the forefront of my mind, taking residence there, refusing to leave. I’d wanted him closer, so close I was suffocating from it all.

“What made you want to say anything now?” I finally said, wanting to know why the sudden change in him, why he’d wanted to admit this now.

He was silent for long seconds, but still had his hands on my waist. “I was tired of pretending, tired of thinking that I didn’t deserve to be happy. I meant to tell you soon, because I didn’t want to wait anymore.” He slid his hand up my waist and cupped the side of my neck. “Then I heard that you were going out and all I could think about was a bunch of drunken assholes having their hands on you.” I felt the slightest pressure of his hand on my neck.

I didn’t want to think anymore. The chemistry that bounced between us was this living entity. I wanted to explore it, to get consumed in all that was Lennon. All I wanted was to be with Lennon in every possible way. Desire coursed through me that there was no denying this was exactly what was supposed to happen.

And because I felt bold, I was the one to lean in and claim his mouth.





5





Lennon




She kissed me and it was like this beast broke free in me. I gripped her waist and hauled her on top of my lap. With her legs spread on either side of my thighs, and her chest pressed right to mine, this thrill of dark desire moved through me.