“Yes,” she breathes against my lips. “God, yes.”
“Thank fuck.”
Chapter Ten
SUTTON
The closer we get to Derek’s house, the more nervous I become. I’ve only been with one guy my entire life.
My ex-husband.
He was not the most generous in the bedroom. Half the time I never came. Did it suck that he ran off with another woman? Yes.
But I get more pleasure from my vibrator than I ever did from him, so it wasn’t the end of the world.
I shake those thoughts away. The last thing I need to be thinking about is the cobwebs growing down there.
Not when I’m pulling into Derek’s driveway.
Derek is waiting there, ready to open the door to my old beat-up car. If it’s not broken, why replace it?
“I was worried you’d change your mind,” he tells me as I unfurl myself from the driver’s seat.
I run a hand down his chest, trying to use him to settle my nerves. “Can I tell you something?”
“Always.” Derek covers my hand with his.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
“Okay.” It doesn’t faze him. His brown eyes glow in the street lamps. “Is that all?”
“I’ve only been with my ex and?—”
Derek cuts me off with the sweetest kiss, silencing all the thoughts swirling around in my brain.
“It doesn’t matter, Sutton. I’m glad you’re here taking a chance with me.”
“How is it you know just what to say?”
Derek’s smile does funny things to my insides. “It’s the truth. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any person in my life.”
That gives me the confidence I need. “Then what are we waiting for?”
Derek takes my hand in his and leads me in through the garage. I don’t pay attention to anything as he shows me the way to his bedroom. I’ve already seen his place; I don’t need another tour.
I take in his room as he goes in and flips on the bedside lamp. The king-size bed is covered in dark sheets. It smells exactly like Derek and that has heat gathering low in my core. Drawing the curtains closed, he turns to face me with lust-darkened eyes.
“What do you need?” Derek’s voice is low, gruff.
Closing the distance between the two of us, I unhook each button on his shirt. With each inch of skin exposed, I see tattoos across his chest. I want to trace them with my tongue.
“What are you thinking?” Derek asks.
“What?” My eyes flit up to meet his.
“You just licked your lips,” he points out.
“I want to trace these tattoos with my tongue.”
