At least it felt that way.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she said, “but can we go to my room now?”
He smiled, his brown eyes casting off some emotion she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Not humor. Definitely desire, but something added to it causing a tingle in her belly.
“We can do whatever it is you want,” he said. “It’s your night.”
She laughed. “I want it to be our night.”
“That too.” He leaned down to give her a kiss right there in the foyer where she’d stopped after she’d closed the door.
His mouth worked hers over in a lazy seduction, his hands sliding up her arms, then over her shoulders and down her back.
She immediately felt the tension leave her body as she prepared to get naked with the man who she’d thought would have been her first lover over a decade ago.
“Have you thought of doing this for years?” she asked. “With me?”
He leaned back and smiled. “I have. I did for a long time when we were younger, but knew you weren’t ready. I would have waited for you.”
“I know,” she said. “I wanted it so bad, but wanting and knowing it’s right are two different things.”
“What about now?” he asked, his eyes questioning. “What do you feel now?”
“Ready. Wanting it more than I have another thing in my life. It’s right. I know it is.”
“It is,” he said. He threaded their fingers together and moved through the back of the house with her, into her room and shut the door.
“Just make me forget about everything but us. When you kiss me, it happens.”
His mouth dropped to hers, his tongue tracing the soft outline before sliding in when she parted for him. Her breath caught, her whole body trembling under the weight of it.
They didn’t move beyond the kiss, but God, what a kiss it was. Slow, consuming, a seduction she’d been dreaming about for weeks. Every brush of his lips promised more, every stroke of his tongue left her aching.
Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, her fingertips grazing over the hard planes of muscle as she tugged it higher and off of him.
That was when it hit her he’d been waiting. Waiting for her to be ready. For her to take the next step. He was giving her the choice and the control, his patience a quiet reminder of who he’d always been with her.
Considerate. Steady. The man who could unravel her with a kiss, and still make her feel safe in his arms even for something as simple as not undressing her until she took that first step.
It was exactly what she needed and had been waiting for in a man.
And when his fingers touched the skin on her belly, when he lifted her shirt agonizingly inch by inch until she lifted her arms to pull it off, her nerves fled and her desire awakened and took control.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “So beautiful.”
His eyes were roaming over her chest, her nude lace bra a constraint she needed to remove.
Her hands slipped behind her back to undo the clasp, then pulled the straps off each shoulder, letting the material drop to the floor next to her shirt.
His hand came up, his palm cupped her, his thumb brushing her hardened nipple in a tease to set her body off and running.
Not that it needed it.
Her fingers dropped to his jeans. The fuel in her body got hit with the charge and nothing was holding her back.
She didn’t want slow, she didn’t want a seduction. She wanted to feel every part of Jayce.
This wasn’t about getting it over with or out of the way.
