Page 33 of Surviving Slater
So he knew I hadn't slept with Steven.
"Kiss me," he commanded, his voice husky. I was tired of fighting the attraction I felt for him. By coming here he had given me the easy way out. Making the move to obey him, I put my hands against his chest as I lifted myself up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
He kissed me so hard I felt my world shift. He was so powerful and overwhelming, all I could do was hold on. His mouth was hot and hard against mine. I held on to him, needing him to finish what we'd started weeks ago. I pushed the memory from my mind, not wanting anything to ruin this moment with him.
He broke away from me slightly. My hands still held his shirt as I looked up at him.
"Is this what you want?" he asked. I was still breathing hard, my pulse racing.
I nodded.
"Say it," he instructed, his voice hoarse. His eyes held mine, determined. The physical attraction was affecting him as much as it was me. Both of us would not escape this unscathed.
But I still hoped I could protect my heart. The only way to do that would be to view this as physical and nothing more. Even though I did care for him, I couldn't allow myself to read more into his actions. He wanted sex with me. That was it, and if I wanted to be able to walk away from this when it was over, without heartbreak, I had to remember that. I was fighting for my survival.
"I want you."
He tugged me in the direction of my room. When he entered and saw all my clothes dumped on my bed, he turned to face me, his hand still loosely holding mine.
"Were you going out?" he asked. I saw a glimpse of something in him before the shutters came down to hide his emotions.
"I was going to go over to your house and I wanted to wear something nice."
He smiled at me, his eyes sweeping over me.
"I think you look nice now."
"I look like a frump." It was honest.
"You look sexy," he continued. His eyes settled on my breasts, and they tightened at the heat of his gaze.
"Are you wearing a bra?" I shook my head.
He reached out and touched my nipple lightly through the fabric. The sensation vibrated through me, pooling between my thighs. I held still.
"Take it off."
I hesitated, struggling to ignore the feelings of rejection.
"If you're having second thoughts, we can stop," he offered. I swallowed, trying to ease my dry throat.
"No," I assured him. "Just…don't call me baby," I told him, remembering what had set off my emotional meltdown the last time. He studied me for a few moments before he nodded in acceptance of my request.
Usually I made it clear before things got too intimate with a guy that I didn't like to be called baby. For some reason I had forgotten with Slater. Being close to him made it hard to think.
My hands went to the hem of my shirt and I lifted it up before discarding it on the floor.
"So beautiful," he murmured, cupping one breast. I closed my eyes while I reveled in his touch.
I felt the warmth of his mouth enclose my nipple and suck. My hands went to his head, raking into his hair and keeping him fixed where he was.
When his mouth moved upward, I opened my eyes as his lips covered mine. Strong arms embraced me, and my hands snaked around his neck and pulled him closer to me. His tongue caressed mine, the warmth between my thighs heating.
I reached for the bottom of his shirt and lifted it. He shook it off. The sight of his muscled chest with the tattooed sleeve was so hot. He swept my clothes off my bed, dumping them on the floor. Strong and in control, just the way I liked my men.
He lay me down on the bed as he pulled the sweatpants from my body. I was naked except for my underwear. His eyes held mine.
"Perfect." That one word brought the emotions out in me and I had to swallow hard. No one had ever used that word to describe me.
