When she doesn’t answer, I go in search of her. Hopefully she’s not having a panic attack or being sick over what happened downstairs. When I walk through the doorway to the master bedroom, I stop dead in my tracks. Ava is standing in front of the bathroom mirror towel drying her hair.
And she’s completely naked.
Holy.
Fuck.
Logically, I know I’ve seen her naked before. But there is nothing logical about what’s happening to my body right now. If I thought I was running on a hundred-proof power downstairs, that just doubled as my eyes work over her creamy skin. Her perfect teardrop breasts. Her small waist leading down to a triangle of brown curls that are a shade darker than her hair.
I don’t actually know how many naked women I’ve seen in my life. Surely my fair share as a doctor. But there’s no way any of them could hold a candle to what I’m seeing right now. She’s pure perfection.
She looks up, catches me watching her, and gasps. Instinctively, she pulls the towel across her middle to cover up. And I can’t help myself. I’m high on life right now, and I’m afraid if I don’t take this chance, there might never be another opportunity.
I stride across the room, hoping she won’t have a problem with what I’m about to do. We’re married, after all. She did kiss me a few weeks ago. And there have been touches. Feelings. Glances.
This is okay…isn’t it?
Before I allow myself to answer that question—to second guess my motives or talk myself out of what I’m about to do—I’m standing in front of her. “Ava.” My eyes connect with hers. “Jesus, what happened down there, and now you… this…”
I grip the towel and gently tug on it, hoping she’ll let me take it from her. Because seeing her naked is almost as exhilarating as cutting into that guy’s trachea.
“Trevor.” She slackens her hold on the towel but doesn’t outright release it. “I have to tell you?—”
“Ava, I fucking want you.”
She swallows hard.
The towel drops to the floor.
And my lips crash down on hers.
I know we’ve likely kissed a thousand times before. But all I remember is the one. I have no other frame of reference. For all intents and purposes, this is only the second kiss I’ve ever experienced. And my god, it is an amazing one. All the pent-up energy I’m harboring from the events of the day comes out in this kiss. And maybe all her wants and needs are reflected in the way she responds.
She seems as hungry for me as I am for her. There’s no reluctance. Not a hint of hesitation as her hands grip my hair and hold me close. She tastes like mint. She smells like flowers. Her hair starts dripping all over my shirt, so in one fell swoop, I pull it up and over my head and fling it across the room. I put my hands on her back and press her naked chest to mine. Then I pick her up and carry her to bed.
I toe off my shoes and remove the rest of my clothes. Her eyes go straight to my stiff cock and her tongue comes out to sweep across her lower lip.Damn, that’s sexy.
Climbing on the bed, I let my hand graze across the soft skin of her stomach and ribs. Part of me wants to just drive into her. Re-experience my first coital orgasm. But with the way she’s looking at me now, her eyes laser focused on mine, I know I haveto take my time with her. A minute ago, I was sure she wanted to devour my cock. Now she seems more like a delicate flower.
But that’s how it’s been with her this whole time. Since the day I came to Calloway Creek, it’s like she can’t decide if she loves me or hates me. If she wants to pull me close or push me away. If she wants to fuck me or toss me to the curb.
I must hesitate way too long for a naked guy who’s staring at a naked girl, because she pulls a blanket over her. Does she think I don’t find her attractive? That her body doesn’t turn me on in ways I can’t even remember?
I move the blanket off her. “Do you know how goddamn beautiful you are?”
Her eyes close briefly at my words. Did I never tell her she was beautiful? Or was it the curse word? And again, I have no clue if I’m attracting or repulsing her.
When she opens her eyes to find me staring intensely into hers, her face softens. This is a new look, and I wonder if this is the way she used to look at me.
“Trev—”
Before she can get out my full name, my lips are back on hers and I move on top of her. She arches into me, pushes her tongue into my mouth, grabs the globes of my ass. And suddenly, this delicate flower is becoming a ravenous beast.
My body responds instantly, push for pull, lick for suck, tit for tat. My lips blaze a trail from her mouth to her neck, then lower. She moans when my tongue swirls around one of her nipples. I honestly have no idea when we had sex last. I assume it was in the fall, when I’ve been told was the last time I was home. I’ve masturbated of course. I had to make sure the plumbing was still working after the accident. But this is entirely different. This is… damn… It’s as indescribable as the euphoric feeling I had saving that guy.
I shift to her side and work my hands down her body. When my fingers find her pussy dripping, my cock turns to stone. Somehow, just like how I knew the way to trach that guy, I know how to pleasure a woman even though I have zero memory of ever doing it.
She inhales sharply as I push two fingers inside her. “Oh… god… Trev…”
