Page 40 of Loving You

The words practically echoed between us despite there being hardly any space, our bodies pressed close and breaths rough.

You won’t hurt me. I trust you. Show me.

Fuck if she hadn’t just said all the magic words, the perfect formulation of thoughts to wrestle the remaining scraps of control from my grip.

I’d never wanted anyone like April, but I’d also never encountered a situation like hers, nor did I know what exactly that situation was. All I knew was that she’d told me enough to ease that gnawing fear I’d had and given me permission to proceed.

And I’d do it—with caution.

All thought of the breadcrumbs she’d been dropping about whatever the hell was going on evaporated from my mind as she leaned into me and rolled her hips, grinding against my rock-hard cock.Shit.Might as well embrace the moment and give this woman, and myself, something to ease the tension.

Since she’d asked so nicely.

My hands relaxed and found their place on her hips, testing her reaction to my touch. However much she’d invited this, I wasn’t going to throw her down, tie her up, and have my way with her.

Something devilish worked its way into my mind at the thought of having her naked and sprawled out on my apparently too-cold couch. And maybe I’d intentionally not offer her a blanket this time because I’d warm her in far more enjoyable ways, while I enjoyed the look on her face as the bite of cold ratcheted up all the other sensations my touch would provide.

Not yet… but maybe sometime soon.

Her lips parted as one of my hands tracked up her spine and cupped the back of her neck, then the other slipped down into the waistband of her shorts and underwear and palmed her delicious ass. She gasped at the contact, excitement and desire making those blue eyes flash and her pupils dilate.

“What do you want me to show you, April?” I pulled her closer, my grip on her body all control and steadiness even as my blood pumped so fast I was almost dizzy.

In true April form, she didn’t back down.

She’d pushed us to this point, and she had no plans to stop. I needed the confirmation, but still felt satisfaction and pleasure arc through me when she said, “Show me what you want, because whatever it is, I want it, too. Fromyou.”

Those words—that need in her eyes, and the fact that she hadn’t hesitated to respond—forced me into action. I dropped my mouth to hers and claimed her lips in a kiss, groaning when she immediately opened for me at the touch of my tongue. Angling my head, I deepened the contact, groaning at the soft, wet heat of her mouth.

She tasted as good as she had the first time, but this kiss was even better because unlike that night, she was asking for—no,demanding—a response from me. Our bodies touched everywhere, and she pulled at my shoulders to get closer as I threaded my hands into her hair.

Lust and pleasure mingled into a dizzying cocktail and raw need tightened every muscle in my body. She wanted me to show her what I wanted—how I wanted to take her—but… I’d do it slowly. It would be nothing for her to fear, and somehow I knew she’d love it, but we could start slow.

And even if it felt torturously slow for me, it’d be the right thing for her.

I pulled back, ending the kiss, and regretfully but abruptly removed my hands, but I didn’t leave her entirely bereft. My lips ghosted along the line of her jaw and nipped at her ear before I said, “Take off your shorts, love.”

Air gusted out of her in a little puff of surprise, but in seconds, she was reaching down and sliding them off.

She went for her panties, but I shook my head. “Leave them.”

Her brow arched, but her hands dropped from the thin lace that covered her. I’d give hersomeof what she wanted, but if she took those off and fully bared herself to me, it’d only make it worse for my desperate dick when I stopped short of taking her completely.

“Good girl,” I said, low and gritty, before dropping a kiss to her neck.

I heard the hitch of her breath and my cock jumped at the sound. I bent, catching her eyes and slid my hands from her shoulders to her back and down, down, over the thin material of her panties and then, as though she knew what I’d do before I did it, I picked her up right as she hopped.

Her legs hugged my waist, and I took her mouth again as I backed up until my legs hit the couch. I sat, relishing her weight settling over me. She felt so good, just the sensation of her in my arms and the contact with the warm skin of her thighs and the curves of her ass, I briefly reconsidered my plan to take things slow but shook that thought away.

There was no rush here—not really. Maybe in this moment, yes, it felt like nothing could happen fast enough even though I wanted to draw out every one of her sighs. Yet the way she’d lashed out when she thought I wanted her to leave…

She had no idea. No idea what I wanted to do to her, and it had nothing to do with her leaving and, forgive the pun, everything to do with her coming.

Repeatedly. All over my fingers and tongue and cock.

Focus.

“Arms up,” I ordered.

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