I stop, my breath hitching.
He stares down at me. “I’ll buy you another baby, tomorrow, but I need to feel your skin. See your body.”
Those words set me on fire.
They make me feel so wanted and I have this feeling that for the first time in my life someone needs me…
It makes me absolutely frantic as I rip at the button of his jeans.
He helps me there too, straightening away, before he shrugs off his T-shirt, kicking off his shoes.
I stare at his chest, still in awe of the breadth of his shoulders, the way his muscles ripple. I’d like to trace the tattoos that decorate his skin,
We’re a study in contrast, his form all strength, his skin and features rough. They frightened me at first, how much more power he had then me, but now…they are starting to make me feel safe.
Safer than I’ve ever known.
I’m in nothing but my bra and panties, but I slide up on my knees, reaching out my hand to run my fingers tentatively down his chest.
His large hand covers mine and he helps me slide my hand lower over his six-pack abs to the waistband of his open jeans.
I bite my lip as the muscles ripple under my fingers. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, unable to help myself.
He lets out a rumbling chuckle. “That is not a word used to describe men in general, but me in particular.” He cups my cheek, his thumb running lightly down my nose. “I don’t have fine features like yours.”
His thumb bops off the end of my nose and then brushes over my lips.
“I think you’re beautiful,” I repeat, my fingers digging into the ridges of his stomach. “You have so much of what I lack, it’s stunning and gorgeous and I want to drown in?—”
He cuts me off, his lips covering mine, as his tongue plunders my mouth. I lose myself as his arm wraps around my body, his skin sliding against mine.
I’ve always been extra. Extra emotional. Extra sensitive. But in this moment, I’m even more.
The passion threatens to completely consume me, and I can’t feel where I end and he begins. I don’t care.
My arms wind around his neck, my legs around his waist, but it still isn’t enough. I want a connection between us. Deeper. Fuller.
My words come back…I want to drown.
I sense the danger of this feeling. How much I’m giving myself over to the emotions that are pulsing inside me. Then again, I’ve never been able to fake anything, nor can I hold back.
He grabs my ass, grinding our hips together, and I squeeze his waist with my thighs, inviting him deeper.
“Baby,” he mutters against my lips.
“Yeah.”
“You’re going to make me forget you’re a virgin if you keep rubbing against me like that.”
“Oh,” I pull back to look in his eyes. “Should I not do that?” I feel my face flame. Maybe my extra is freaking him out.
“Any time you want to lock around me, you go ahead. But just for tonight, we should slow this down. I don’t want it to hurt any more than it has to.”
I draw in a ragged breath as I try to slow my racing heart. “It’s just…” I roll my hips again. “I had no idea it would feel this good, and I’ve always been an all-in kind of person.”
He lays down on top of me. “I love that about you.”
The word love makes my stomach dip and swoop. I know he didn’t say he loved me. But man, I could spend months hanging on to that sentence anyway.
