Her thoughts exactly.
“You sure you couldn’t rethink that whole no-sex thing tonight?” she asked. Heat was flooding her system, making it hard for her to think.
“Soon, baby. Real soon. Lie back on the bed.”
Still in a fog of need, she climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. He undid her shorts and that haze started to clear.
“Jed.”
“Hush,” he told her. “No thinking. No worrying. All you got to do is lie back and let me take care of you.”
She could do that. She thought. She raised her hips as he slid her jeans down. When he got them to her knee
s, he stilled, brought his hand to her still slightly bruised thigh. “How’d you do that, baby?”
“Bumped into something.” She hated lying to him. It burned a hole in her gut and wouldn’t be happy if he knew.
She just had to make sure he never knew.
“Poor baby.”
She was lucky he wasn’t looking at her when she lied as she was pretty sure her poker face was crap. But he just kept pushing her jeans down her legs. He sat next to her, facing her, his thigh pressed against her side and took her in. He ran a finger lightly around each nipple then down her stomach to the top of her panties. They were satin, pale pink and had a small bow at the front.
“Pretty.”
“I just bought them,” she blurted out.
“For me?” his voice deepened.
“Yep.”
“Like that even more.”
She smiled at him. “Good,” she whispered.
“Very good.” He ran his finger along the top of her panties. “You don’t sleep in panties anymore, though.”
“I don’t?”
“Nope. Don’t sleep with pajama bottoms on either. When I’m in bed with you, I want to be able to get you without anything getting in my way.”
Oh wow. Her heart raced so hard, she felt ill. “Bottom up, babe,” he commanded.
She raised her ass and he slid the panties right off. Then his gaze turned to her. And locked on her pussy. He ran a finger over her bare lips.
“Shave this for me too?”
“Yes,” she said so quietly it was a miracle he could hear.
“Like that too.”
Thank God. She might not have had sex, but she knew things. And she figured most men liked a bare pussy. Still, she hadn’t known what he would like.
“Spread your legs for me, babe.”
Need rolled through her. Slowly, she pushed her thighs apart and let out a startled cry, reaching down to grab at his hand as he ran his finger around her swollen clit. He paused, gave her a stern look.
“Hands behind your head, baby girl.”