Page 58 of In This Moment

“Believe me yet?”

Her mouth opened and closed twice before she summoned words. “That’s very kind of you to say.”

Kind. Kind of him? Not a syllable had been etched from kindness. Consideration went a long way and was ingrained in his DNA. Respect, for sure. But his admissions weren’t due to either. Lust? Definitely. Truth? Undeniably.

“I wasn’t trying to be kind.” She was driving him up a wall and back down again, only to repeat the process without having moved a muscle. A special talent of hers.

“Please don’t feel obligated—”

“It’s not obligation.” He drew a steady breath. “I am feeling something, though. You started your response correctly.”

“Okay.” Her delicate throat worked a swallow. “What are you feeling?”

He’d rather demonstrate. He’d never been good at the former part of the Show & Tell game.

Sealing his lips to hers, he wove his fingers through her damp hair and shifted to roll her beneath him. She made a sexy little mewl of surprise that traveled from her mouth to his.

Keeping his weight on his forearm, he kissed her with the patience of a saint while waiting for her cues. His skin was tight, and his muscles strained with the want of her. Having their bodies horizontal and aligned wasn’t helping. He vaguely wondered if it bore no end, this rampant desire she invoked.

Their tongues mated in a dance that resembled the salsa. Rhythmic. Teasing, taunting, stimulating moves meant to entice. Nothing more. A precursor. Foreplay. Yet, he desperately hoped for more. That she was just as enthralled and needed him with the same fervor. He may never get over it otherwise.

The bed shifted, indicating the dog jumped down, and the skittering of nails on wood meant he’d vacated the room. Their movie continued to play. All white noise to Graham, at this point.

Her fingers skimmed up his sides, the first instance she’d touched him since they’d locked lips, and his muscles rippled like a caged beast. She’d not had many relationships or lovers. By her admission, it had been part situational, and the rest chalked up to uncomfortable inexperience. She’d said she wasn’t good at it.

He disagreed. With every fiber. As her hands roamed—up his back, down his sides, across his pecs—he all but vibrated with need.

Deepening the kiss, he tilted his head, and began an exploration of his own. Smooth, taut skin. Slight curves. To which she reacted by arching under him, silently seeking more.

Gladly.

Breaking the kiss, he latched onto her throat, swirling his tongue and losing his mind in her sweet scent. He cupped one firm breast, small enough to fit in his hand, and something about her size undid him. Restraint was becoming a thin tether as her nipple beaded against his palm. Shifting lower, he brushed his lips across her collarbone and peeked up at her to verify he was hitting her hot buttons.

Head back, lips swollen from their kiss, she moaned. Emboldened, he pulled her nipple into his mouth through the soft cotton of her tee. She arched again, just like that. A puppet on his string, yet she seemed to have all the control. Shoving her fingers in his hair to hold him, her lids parted, and their gazes locked. Hers were heavy with lust.

He moved to her other nipple, repeating the ministrations, and her lids drifted shut again with a flutter of her lashes. Gripping the back of his shirt, she tugged at the material, insisting its removal.

Okay. They were doing this.

Hell to the yesssssss.

By the hem, he removed her shirt before his own, exposing a blue lacy bra shades darker than her eyes. Hair spread over the pillow, she stared at his chest. Fingernails lightly scratched over his abs, her gaze following the path, and his dick throbbed.

“I’m glad you shared your feelings.”

He only half-listened to her words since her fingertips had been tracing the waistband of his sweats. Panting, braced over her with his elbows locked, he wrenched his brows in confusion.

“I asked what you were feeling.” She gripped his shoulders, and in a move that would probably have him bowing in covenant later, she bent her knees, dipped her toes in his waistband, and tugged his sweats down his legs. “I’m glad you did.”

The nimble little minx.

Tit for tat, he shoved the pants off the rest of the way and did the same for hers. Have mercy, her panties matched her bra, but with way less material.

She sat up, unclipping her bra. Unceremoniously, she tossed it to the floor. Part of his restraint went with it. Small, pale, perky breasts. Pink, hardened nipples. So damn beautiful. As she reached for her panties, he shook his head.

“I got you.” Palming her hips, he hoisted her off the mattress, and she fell backward onto her pillows, feet in the air. More slowly than he could withstand, he slid the blue lace torture device down her legs. It joined the bra on the floor.

Between her thighs, watching her, he bent and pressed a kiss to her navel.

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