The corners of his mouth curved up slightly. “You took that wrong.”
My eyebrows shot up. “I don’t see how else I was supposed to take it!”
He was grinning now. A fully amused grin. His dang teeth were perfect. “Before this thing with you, I’ve never conversed with a female about my plans. I just showed up when it worked for me.”
“That’s rude,” I replied.
He ran the back of his finger across my jawline and studied my mouth. I was quickly forgetting why I was mad. He was talented at that. “I see,” he said then began running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “You want me to tell you where I am then?”
I managed a nod. “It would be nice.”
His other hand tugged on the towel I was covered up with but I held it tightly. He lifted his gaze back to mine. “And if I do this, you won’t have other guys here?”
“Even my brother?” I asked incredulously.
He nodded. “Yeah, even him. I need time to adjust to the new relative thing.”
“Fine. Okay,” I said with a sigh.
He slipped a hand under the towel and I jumped when he ran his fingertips over my stomach. I wasn’t very angry anymore. My body had taken over and it wanted this very much.
“I’ll answer your text. Every damn one of them,” he said and bent down to kiss the corner of my mouth. “I’ll text you even when you don’t ask,” he whispered then pressed a kiss to the other corner of my mouth. “I’ll fucking call you if you want me to.”
He slid his other hand underneath the towel and grabbed my butt then pulled me against him. “If it makes you happy. I don’t want to see you upset.”
My hold on the towel had weakened and this time, when he tugged on it, the only barrier I had fell to the rose-colored rug under my feet. His gaze didn’t leave mine though. I stared up at him, needy and ready to be close to him again. “Am I forgiven?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He pulled his shirt off and then unbuttoned his jeans. When he pushed those down his hips, his eyes finally left mine and began slowly scanning my body. There was no part of me he hadn’t seen by now, but I still felt the blush on my skin from the vulnerability.
I watched as he stepped out of his jeans and boxer briefs. Seeing his erection made the ache between my legs tingle. “Come here, Henley,” he demanded in a low voice.
I went without hesitation. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I went on my tiptoes and kissed him. The truth about it all was I had missed him. Not just the sex, although it was incredible, I missed Saul. I missed being near him, hearing him talk, watching him, making him smile.
His hands grabbed my bottom and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, causing his hardness to press against me. I gasped into his mouth, but I didn’t break the kiss. I wanted to taste him. Our tongues slid in and out, mimicking what our bodies would be doing soon.
Saul moved forward and lowered us onto the bed behind me. I kept my legs around him, not wanting to lose the friction of our bodies. He began kissing my neck as one of his hands moved to cover one of my breasts. His kissing became more demanding and then he paused at my cleavage before lowering his head and licking at one nipple and then the other.
My breathing was more of a pant at this point.
“Roll over, get on your hands and knees facing the mirror,” he said as he moved away from me, causing me to unlock my legs as he left.
I did as instructed and watched in the mirror as he moved behind me. His eyes locked with mine and his hands grabbed my waist. When his erection brushed against me. I sucked in a breath and held it. Then he took it in his hand and guided it in the wetness between my legs that was more than ready for him.
He lifted his gaze once more to meet mine as he slowly entered me. I wanted to close my eyes and soak in the pleasure, but I also wanted to watch him.
“I’ve thought about this all day,” he said with a groan. Then he rocked his hips and pulled out just enough before slipping back into me. “You are what got me through today’s shit. Thinking about you and this.”
He was deeper in this position and I realized that, again, he wasn’t wearing a condom. It felt better. He slid in and out faster and the bare contact was unlike anything else. With each stoke, he started to move quicker and harder. His fingers dug into my hips and I moved my gaze from his to watch our bodies in the mirror.