The Lie by Natalie Wrye (most inspirational books of all time .txt) 📗

She’s perfect.

Just like I always knew she would be, even before I ever touched her.

Then, just like I knew I would, I lean in and kiss her.

Her lips are soft, and she tastes like apples and cinnamon. Her hands find the collar of my shirt, and she pulls me to her, her tongue dancing with mine as I nearly straddle her, trapping her on the bed.

“I’m—Fuck, I think I'm flustered,” I admit.

It’s a line I’ve never used.

“Oh, no,” she says. “Don’t tell me that.”

“I think you’re flustered too.”

Nancy’s lips curve as she looks up at me. “I’ve never been flustered in a bedroom with you,” she says, her eyes flicking down to my lips. “You bring out a different side of me.”

“Oh yeah? Which side is that?”

“The one that’s overheated the second you look at me.”

“I’ve always thought of you as the ice queen,” I tell her with a grin, my hand lingering on her face. “But underneath that cold exterior, I saw a higher temperature fire. And I’m glad you’ve given me the chance to see it.” I tilt her chin up and smile. “You’re amazingly beautiful.”

“What a player,” she says with a playful roll of her eyes. “I mean, this has been a running joke for the past year and a half, but I’m flattered.”

“Trust me, sweetness,” I speak over her lips. “My player days are over… And that's no lie.”

My heart is pounding out of my chest, and now I think I know why.

I've had sex many times. Fucked, for sure.

But this is the first time—ever—that I'm actually making love.

Probably because I've never been there before.

Been in love.

And with Nancy in my bedroom, it's as easy as breathing.

I love her. I love this woman.

And this time, this night between us, will not only mean something…

It will mean everything.

I swallow, throat bobbing as I inhale over a ball of emotion at the back of my throat, choking out my words as her hand slides up my shirt, running circles.

“I think we’re going to take this slow,” I tell her. I’m not even sure I can do that.

She giggles. “How slow?”

I stare into her eyes. They are the most captivating eyes I’ve ever seen. “Very slow.”

“Slow, then.”

It’s true. Tonight, I need it slow, more than my usual jumbled mess of lust drunk desire.

Because this time, for once, I feel like I’m the one who’s been thrown into the deep end of the pool.

I lean in to kiss Nancy, reveling in the scent of her—all lemon, cotton and warmth, when she says something that makes me go even slower.

My eyes widen in an instant as she opens her eyes, stare centered on mine, pink mouth parted up at me.

“I think I might be falling for you,” she blurts out.

“What?” I ask, my heart pounding.

She’s looking me in the eye now. “I mean, I know what that sounds like, but I think I…may be falling for you.”

I raise a brow. “You think?”

She nods.

“I heard you the first time,” I say, putting my lips close to her ear. “I’m just not sure that I believe you.”

I kiss her jaw, and then her nose. I move lower, pushing the covers aside. “You see, I don't think that you think anything, sweetness.” I glare, reaching for my jacket and shirt, removing both. “I think you know… I think you know how you feel about me. And are too scared to tell me.”

I reach for my waistband. “But that's alright. Because I promise that I will do everything in my power to show you that there's nothing to be afraid of.”

I move down her body, to the hem of her oversized sweater, reaching for it and slipping it over her head as she raises her arms.

My fingers and hands are slow—methodical as I reach for the button on the waistband of her jeans and unfasten it, my knuckles brushing against the smooth plane of her stomach.

And she watches as I lift her hips, sliding the denim fabric over her hips and down her beautifully toned legs.

I kiss her stomach, and then her thighs, slow and tender, and Nancy's eyes stay on me the entire time—those shimmering, shining gems in the center of my bedroom lit by a burnt orange sun hinting at twilight’s approach.

Pushing her legs apart, I slide the cotton fabric of her bikini-cut underwear aside and slip my fingers into her, taking my time, waiting for her to relax around me.

She does. Her eyelids droop, and she moans softly.

I kiss her inner thighs, and then the lips below her navel, savoring the lush feel of her, the gorgeous musky flavor of her—the sight.

She is utter perfection and, like the pure Heaven she is, I lick her in the way she deserves. Moving my tongue against her clit, I circle her heat and wetness with my mouth, enjoying the carnal scent of her desire, the plush way in which her skin gives under my pressure.

I groan, knowing this will be the best it's ever been.

Because it's her, and me, and we're stripped of all our lies, all our dirty secrets.

I continue loving her with my mouth, unable to keep from speaking when she squirms, shifting on the bed seductively.

I sigh over her skin, and her hips twitch.

“You're so beautiful,” I whisper against her body. “You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I want you so much.”

“I want you too,” she says.

“I want to be yours. I want to belong to you. I want you to own me, body and soul.”

She gasps, a little sound that makes my tongue delve between her silky, slick folds. She leans her head back, the strawberry gilded strands brushing across her bare shoulders. “You—You already own me, Andrew.”

“I do?” I tease. “I want you to know this. I want you to know that I've never been with anyone like you. And after this? I know that no one else will ever compare.”

“I want you,” she says. “I want all of you.”

“All of me,” I