Beautiful Surrender (The Surrender Series Book Three) by Priscilla West Read Free Book Online Page A

‘yes’?”
    I put
my finger on my chin and thought about it. “You make a mean omelette.”
    “That’s
it?”
    “Umm .
. . Shrimp pasta as well. Also, you’ve shown you really care about me. Taking
me on trips, carving time out of your busy schedule to be with me, being
concerned about my safety.”
    “And
the orgasms?”
    “They’re
a nice perk but I think I could go without them and be okay.”
    “Then I
have room for improvement. Okay, what are the reasons for ‘no’?”
    “I
don’t know if I can trust you.”
    “You’ve
trusted me in the past.”
    “That’s
true.”
    “The
bar in Cape Town, surfing, being discreet about our dating, blindfolds,
cybersex, sex on my plane . . . am I missing anything?”
    “Not
that I can think of.”
    “And I
messed up by getting that security team. And for not telling you about
Giselle’s ex-boyfriend, which you must admit is not a complete breach in trust.
More like a half-breach.”
    I mused
about it. “All right, I’ll give you that.”
    “Also
the Ariel text message was a misunderstanding so that doesn’t count.”
    “It
pissed me off so I’d say that’s a half-breach.”
    “Fine.
Even so, it’s six in support of trusting me versus two in support of
distrusting me. I’d say the odds are in my favor.”
    “In
terms of numbers, maybe. But numbers are soft when there’s feelings involved.”
    “Do you
still have feelings for me?”
    “Yes. I
do. But I still think we should take a break.”
    He
tried inserting his feet into my flats but only managed to squeeze a few toes
inside.
    “That’s
not what your shoes are telling me.”
    “Oh?” I
became curious. “What are they saying?”
    “They’re
saying life is crazy right now. I don’t know what to do. I want to figure
things out on my own because I’m a strong, independent woman. I want to prove
it to Vincent and to myself. But I do know that Vincent really cares about me.
He’s always had the best intentions for me. And I really care about him. As
much as I try to say otherwise, I really don’t want to be apart from him.”
    I
laughed despite myself, tears welling up in my eyes. He was so sweet. “My shoes
talk too much.”
    He
smiled and cleared his throat, but I could tell he was affected too, his eyes
betraying him with a glisten. “Come on Kristen, give us a chance. We both have
crazy lives but it doesn’t mean we should fix things by ourselves. It might be
easier. But if we make it through this together, we’ll be stronger. If we make
it through this alone, we’ll just be better at being alone.” He touched my
cheek tenderly. “Let’s work this out together.”
    He
gently brought my head into his chest. I grumbled but didn’t resist because it
felt too good, too comforting. The distress I felt over our issues seemed to
magically disappear when he held me. I realized how much I loved his touch and
being with him despite our problems. It was worth taking a chance. Vincent was
worth it. Even if it meant risking getting hurt.
    “Fine,”
I muttered. “We’ll do this together.”
    He
exhaled in relief and kissed my head. “Can I call you Kitten again?” he asked,
nuzzling his cheek in my hair.
    I tried
to think of a response that didn’t make it seem like I totally forgave him. “As
long as you let me call you Vinnie the Pooh.”
    He
laughed, the throaty sound flowing over me. “That’s the first time I’ve heard
that one.”
    I
looked up at him. “What other ones have you heard?”
    “Vin
Diesel. My Cousin Vinny. Vitty Cent. Vincent van Gogh . . .” He started
grinning.
    I
giggled. “Those are pretty good but I think your drawing skills need a little
work for that last one to work.”
    “You
got me.” He smiled. “I made that one up a while ago and tried to get people to
use it but it never caught on.”
    I
giggled again.
    “But
none of those names were as clever as yours.” He bent and sealed his lips over
my mouth. Our tongues slowly, tenderly probed one another