Page 31 of Made Over by Meredith

“What’s…?” She sat up, tucking loose hair behind her ears, fixing her sweater over her, trying to cover up as much as possible. “What’s gotten into you?”

“You,” I ground out. “You’ve gotten into me.”

Her jaw moved up and down, but no words came out. In her silence, I straightened and removed my zip-up, kicked off my shoes.

Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

“Showing you yesterday wasn’t a mistake.”

I tugged off my T-shirt, shucked my pants, and then my socks off, throwing them all in a pile. She watched, saying nothing, though her throat did bob. She did lick her lips.

And she wasn’t fooling anyone.

She wanted me. Like I wanted her.

She only had to admit it.

The closest I got was a snarky smile and a quippy, “Nice undies.”

They were the ones she’d picked out. I’d bought them in every color. They were the only underwear I wore now.

I wrapped my hands around her ankles, pulling her toward me to push her sweater off her shoulders. I kissed the curve of her collarbone, the slope of her neck, the slant of her jaw. She shivered, slowly becoming more and more pliable.

“I know you’re afraid,” I told her. “I get it.”

“I’m not afraid,” she said, her voice shaking.

I nodded as I curled my fingers around the bottom of her tank top, lifting it over her head to reveal her breasts to me, heavy and tipped with golden pink nipples, begging for my mouth. “Of course you’re not.”

“You don’t know me,” she said, her voice no more than a whisper as I gently pushed her to lie down.

“You’re right. I have no idea about the type of woman you are.” I dragged my palms down her sides to her hips, urging her to raise up, allowing me room to tug off her shorts and underwear. “I don’t know how smart you are, how hard you work, how loyal you are.”

I threw her clothes over my shoulder, sweeping my gaze over her naked form, the soft patch of hair between her legs, her full but firm thighs, leading down her straining calves and pointed toes, like she was waiting for me. I didn’t want to keep her.

I crawled over her, kissing my way up her torso. “I don’t know strong you are, how bold and determined you are when you want something.”

She hissed when I palmed her breast, licking her nipple, scraping my teeth over it. “You…don’t…”

I turned my attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment until her back bowed off the bed. “I don’t know how you’ve been waiting for someone to see all that you hide behind. I don’t know how you’ve been holding out for someone to stand behind you, not in front of you.”

She scratched her fingernails down my neck and shoulders. “I don’t need you to tell me what I need.”

“No?” I took hold of her hand, pressing it against my straining length, already dripping behind the cotton of my underwear. “How ’bout I tell you what I need?” I pushed her knees apart with my own and tossed my glasses to her nightstand before sinking down to my forearms. “I need you to let me show you I’m not afraid of you.”

She began to argue, but I kissed her words away, licked whatever defense she had right off her lips.

Meredith was used to intimidating men, leading them by the nose, never letting them get any closer than she wanted. But I was here to bust down all her walls, all her usual ways.

I was here because she revealed herself to me in ways I didn’t think she intended, and now that I had a hint of all she had inside of her, I wasn’t ready to let her get away.

“I need to be inside you,” I said against her throat. “Let me inside.”

She answered by spreading her legs, making more room for me so I could feel her soaking wet heat as I ground myself against her. Both of us breathed out tortured sounds.

I hitched her legs up, curling her knees around my arms and laid flat on the bed, licking up all the desire pouring out of her. She tasted of sweet, slightly salty, my new favorite flavor.

I dreamed about it last night. Of her panting breaths and the sharp scratch of her nails. I woke up with an erection tenting my sheets, nearly coming because of the mere remembrance of how she let herself be completely and wholly open with me yesterday.

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