“Show me,” she whispers, unzipping my jacket to reveal my bare chest—I really didn’t bother dressing properly when I stormed over there earlier.
I sit back on my heels, shedding the jacket and tossing it aside because patience is not my strong suit right now. Her eyes rake over my chest, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in a way that makes me want to forget about taking this slow.
“Your turn,” I say, my voice rougher than I intend.
She sits up, crossing her arms over her stomach to grab thebottom of her shirt. For a moment she hesitates, and I can see that flicker of uncertainty in her eyes again.
“Hey.” I lean down, pressing my forehead against hers—even though I want to see the show of her pulling her clothes off for me, she’s not ready for that because of that stupid fucker Dick. “Look at me.”
When her eyes meet mine, I see the vulnerability there, the years of someone else’s expectations clouding her confidence.
“I want you,” I say simply. “All of you. You are as perfect as I want you to be.”
“Perfect?” She sounds doubtful.
“Perfect.” My tone is firm.
Her smile is small but genuine. “Even my unshaved moon cave?”
“Especially that.” I kiss her cheek softly. “I’ve been dreaming about your moon cave since the moment I saw you trespassing on my property.” My lips move to her ear. “When I got a peek at your moon cave.”
“You did?” She laughs, the tension melting from her shoulders.
“Yes.” I nibble on her earlobe, making her body shudder. “I was curious to see if you were a real redhead.”
“I am. Wanna see?” She starts giggling and grabs the bottom hem of her shirt. She hesitates only for a moment before quickly taking it off over her head and tossing it aside. A golden necklace with small, blue stones she wears more often than others adorns her beautiful neck. She flips her hair over one shoulder, revealingallof her.
The moment she does, I sit back on my heels, just watching her. Taking all of it in. Feeling it beingmine.
I blow the air out of my lungs. “Shit.” My hand goes into my hair to tug on it to remind myself that this is real. “No wonder the rooster couldn’t take his eyes off you.”
“He was enjoying the view.”
“I bet the little fucker was.” I rise to my knees and movecloser to her. “Beautiful,” I murmur, tracing the curve of her collarbone with my finger.
“Your turn,” she says, her hands moving to the band of my sweats. She hooks her finger over it and pulls it away from my skin. Her eyes dip down with a mischievous smile when she starts pulling the sweats down. I stand to help her push them down, leaving me in just my boxers. The hunger in her eyes as she looks at me makes my cock twitch against the fabric.
“See something you like?” I ask, my voice husky.
“I’m still deciding,” she teases, but her eyes betray her, lingering on the outline pressing against my boxers.
I come back to her, my fingers finding the button of her fuzzy pants she seems to love on especially cold nights. “May I?”
She nods, lifting her hips to help as I slide them down her legs. Her skin is pale in the moonlight filtering through the windows, and I can’t resist trailing my fingers back up her calves and her delicious thighs.
“You’re still wearing too much,” I murmur, my eyes fixed on the simple green panties that somehow look sexier than any lace ones I’ve seen.
“So are you,” she counters, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my boxers.
We shed the last of our clothes together, and then she’s fully naked beneath me, all creamy skin and curves. Her red hair spills across my pillow, and for a moment, I just stare. She looks so good on my sheets, it makes me dizzy.
“Jericho?” Uncertainty creeps into her voice. “You’re staring.”
“Can’t help it,” I breathe, trailing my fingertips down her side. “You’re everything I remember and more.”
I lower my body to hers, skin against skin, and the contact nearly undoes me. Her breasts press against my chest, nipples hardening as I settle between her thighs. The heat of heragainst my cock makes me groan, and I barely stop myself from moving forward.
“About that moon cave,” I murmur against her neck, kissing my way down to her collarbone.
