Her cheeks immediately heated.
“Oh my God.” She pulled her hands down over her eyes.
“Rach.” He settled against her, his front to her side. His abs right freaking there, ready to touch. His…holy crap, he had a total hard-on happening, tenting his slacks and…
“I’m wearing a shaper thing. It’s not sexy. I’m totally unprepared. I don’t even have condoms in here and…I should just do the blow job thing. Then we can both go back to work.”
Now,that? That he didn’t seem to like. What with the way his eyes turned stormy, and he abruptly sat up.
“What do you think we’re doing here?” he asked, louder than she’d expected. “I think we’re in two entirely different mindsets. Because it felt like I wanted your body and you wanted my body, and we were going with that.”
“I don’t know,” she said, the truth tipping right out of her lips. “I don’t know what I’m doing. The lights are on and you’re”—she gestured to the tent pitched at his fly—“and I’m”—she gestured to herself.
“This is because you have a shaper? What the hell even is a shaper?” His forehead creased with clear confusion.
“It’s underwear that keeps me all…” She considered the best word for the situation. “Contained.”
He stared at her one, two, three, and then four beats, the creases growing deeper.
“I need to ask you a question. I need you to be honest with me.” He moved his palm to her neck, turning her head so their eyes met. “Can you be honest with me?”
“I just told you I’m wearing super unsexy underwear right now, so I’m being more honest than I’d like to be.” She sat up, her hair falling over her shoulder in a total wreck that was an echo of what the afternoon had become.
“Do you want to do this? With me?” he asked.
Yes, of course she did. She wanted to do this. Her body wanted it and even her mind was on board.
“I mean sex where we both…pop our toaster tarts,” he said seriously.
Well, yes, that would be ideal.
“We don’t have to plan the rest of it. Don’t give it too much weight. If you want, later, we can spend time together. When you’re ready, I’ll help you when you need help. Right now, though? It doesn’t have to be all of that.” He pointed to his bare chest. “It can be just this.”
She gulped,because she’d never known Travis to be sincere like that.
What did she want?
Did she want the whole package?
Yes.
No question.
No questions with him.
She’d never even considered it until literally yesterday.
Still, she nodded. Not because she told her head to move. It seemed to do it all on its own. “I want that. This. I think I want to try for the whole thing.” Maybe this really, really was what she wanted. “I think…”
“You’re doin’ a lot of that.”
“Maybe I’m just off-limits. That’s why we’re here.” She gestured to the bed.
The storm in his eyes raged harder. “Did you ever think that maybe we’re here because I just needed the right reason?”
“What’s that?” And did she want to know?
“You, Rach.” The storm had passed, and his brown eyes settled on her and she knew whatever battle she’d wanted to wage, thought she had to wage, she’d lost.Andshe’d won. And nothing made sense. “The right reason is you.”
