Page 63 of Tell Me Again
Her head tilted to one side. “What if I want to take it slow with you?” Her teeth tugged on her bottom lip. “All night.”
“I’d probably fall to my knees in gratitude and count myself as the luckiest guy on the planet.”
“Stay,” she whispered.
That word, uttered by a woman who was at once both brash and vulnerable, made him ache for her. He reached for the room key and opened the door. He lifted her into his arms, wrapping his hands around the delectable curve of her hips as he moved into the room.
Slow, he told himself, even though every part of his body was racing right now. There weren’t words to describe how much he needed her, so he told her with his mouth and his hands.
He pulled back the sheets and lowered her to the bed, then straightened. He unbuttoned his shirt as she watched, her teeth tugging on that lush lower lip. His body tightened in response.
“Too many clothes,” he said, pointing at her, his voice husky with desire.
She scooted to the edge of the bed and lifted her camisole over her head, revealing a black lace bra underneath. “You’re going to kill me,” he choked out.
She threw him a devilish smile. “At least you’ll die happy.”
With a laugh, he pulled the wallet out of his back pocket and tossed it on the nightstand. He toed off his boots and undid his jeans, pushing them down over his hips and kicking them across the floor.
She stood, sliding her jeans over her hips. Damned if it wasn’t the most erotic thing he’d ever been a part of, this shared striptease. When he was in his boxers, and she in her bra and matching panties, he moved toward her until only inches separated them.
He hooked a finger under each of the thin bra straps, lowering them down her arms. “I can’t tell you how damn happy it makes me that I’m the only one who gets to see you in this stuff. You’re every man’s fantasy come to life.”
“I don’t care about any other man,” she answered. Her hands pressed into his chest and she curled her fingers, the nails lightly scratching and sending south every one of his brain cells. “Only you.”
“Only us.” He tugged the straps lower and then reached around to unhook the clasp at her back. The wisp of fabric joined their other clothes on the floor and he cupped her breasts, lightly tracing his thumbs across the pink tips.
She let out a little moan, which only made him want her more.
Take it slow.
The words pounded through his head like the blood roaring through his veins. He could do this. He wanted to do this. For Sam. He wanted to show her how much she meant to him, and how precious this moment was. He wanted to tell her with his body because it was too difficult to use his voice.
She needed to believe she was more than her past, so he was going to prove it to her. Now. Later. For as long as she’d let him.
He slid his hands up and down her body, following them with his mouth. Every gasp and sigh that escaped her lips was like a blueprint to memorize. He was learning what she liked, this gorgeous woman who had his brain and his heart equally tangled into knots. He dropped to his knees in front of her and it felt right to worship her that way. He trailed kisses along her belly, then moved lower and tugged at her panties, only to have her shift away from him.
Her hands raked through his hair, pushing his head back until he met her gaze. He saw desire there, but something else along with it. Something uncertain and a more than a little vulnerable. “I think we speed it up now,” she said, taking a step away from him and gesturing to the bed. “You know, get to the main course.”
He drew in an unsteady breath. “I’m kind of enjoying the appetizer.”
“Yeah, well.” She climbed onto the bed, pulled the covers over her legs and scooted around for a few seconds, and then tossed the black lace panties over the edge of the mattress. “That’s not really my style. I mean, the last time was great and all and it was sort of wham-bam...”
Wham-bam?Trevor tried to make sense of what she was saying, his lust-clouded brain slow on the uptake.
“You flip off the lights and we’ll just get going. It all ends the same anyway.”
Get going.Shecould notbe serious with that.
He stood, but instead of moving toward the light switch, he came toward her and sat on the edge of the bed. “What the fuck is happening right now?”
She bristled. “I’m kind of tired,” she muttered. “It’s been a long day.”
“Bullshit.” He hitched his thumb toward the middle of the room. “You sure as hell weren’t tired when my hands and mouth were all over you. I know the difference between a yawn and a sigh.”
He watched her eyes shift away from him. “I told you before my follow-through sucks.”
“I don’t remember that being an issue the last time.” His thigh was touching hers under the sheet and it was clear that she was as in the mood as someone getting ready to face a firing squad. “There was nopretending.”
