Our war of lips and tongue wanes when Antonio strokes his thumbs over my jaw. Each kiss is gentle, slow, and measured.
He presses his forehead to mine. “I don’t want to rush this, Doe. I want you to be comfortable.”
“I love you,” I whisper, my body vibrating from the heat in his gaze and these damn layers. “Come inside with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Only if you want to.”
Chapter 42
Antonio
Sex wasn’t on my agenda tonight. Neither was Miriam jumping me in her driveway. The Miriam I know is calculated, risk-averse, and looks to data before making decisions. The Miriam here with me now threw caution and self-control out the window. It might still be at the bar or somewhere on the interstate.
Something shifted tonight, and I’m here to take care of her in whatever way she needs me to.
I can’t keep my hands off her.
One, it’sher. If Miriam so much as blinks my way, I’ll get hard. Two, the level of difficulty walking up the stairs with her in my arms and my jeans around my ankles requires me to handle her with extreme care. In hindsight, it was a dumb decision, but I dare anyone to think straight when the woman of your dreams pushes you into a door and sucks your soul from your lips. There were a few technical difficulties with our height difference, so I picked her up, and here we are.
The whimper at my nip to her neck swells my dick. Her legs are too short to wrap around me, but what she lacks in height, she makes up for in grip.
We reach the top of the stairs without injury. I walk us into her bedroom two steps at a time, careful not to trip over anything that will prematurely send her through the headboard. Our coats and shoes are downstairs, which leaves a few more layers to peel off.
I put her on the comforter and kick off my jeans. Her breath hitches when my fingers curl into her thighs to roll off her tights.
“These are on there,” I grunt, struggling not to rip the fabric in half.
She giggles. “They’re a little snug.”
“No shit. Let that pussy breathe.”
Heat fans across her cheeks as she lifts the thickness of her ass to unfurl the nylon down her equally juicy thighs. The scent of her nectar between her legs invades my nostrils.
“Are you of sound mind?” My eyes are on the thong choking her lips.
“What?” she snorts.
I tear my gaze away to focus on the top half of her, minus the titties I want in my mouth. It’s hard to form complete sentences with my blood traveling south, but I need her consent.
“Doe.” I rub a hand over my waves, trying to remember how to speak. “You wanted to take things slow. Now we’re here. Trust me when I say I’m in full support.” My eyes roam over her valley of curves.
Fuck me.
Focus.
“I don’t want you to regret anything. I’m okay with waiting.” Even if I develop terminal blue balls.
Moonlight spills through the cracks of her curtains and onto her silhouette. I’ve been with many women, but none haveturned my heart inside out the way Miriam does. She’s one of one.
“My mind finally caught up to my heart,” she says softly. “I’m not afraid anymore.”
“You have no idea the gift you are.”
Her eyes shine, and I look away to keep from crying myself. She really has no clue how long I’ve wanted her. How much I love her.
My steps falter on my way to the bed.
