“Yes.” My voice is barely above a whisper. His large hand clasps my upper arms. Am I ready for this? God, yes. Being with Trey is all I’ve ever been ready for.
“I’ll sleep on the sofa. There is a bedroom behind the first door. You can sleep in there. The bed is pretty comfortable.”
I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. His eyes are serious as they search my face. The fact he’s giving me an out is all the encouragement I need to toss uncertainty out the window. I want to remember what it feels like to be in his arms. I need to experience utter bliss one last time. It’s been so long.
“Make love to me.” I cup his cheek. The stubble of his five o’clock shadow pricks at my fingers.
“Are you sure?” The muscles in his neck flex. Even though his eyes are dark and filled with need, I can tell he’s ready to put on the brakes if I waiver in any way. I’m not wavering.
“Yes, I’m positive.” I stand on my tiptoes and pull his face down to mine. When his lips caress mine, a jolt of electricity shoots through my body, causing the hairs on my arms to stand. No other parts of our bodies touch as he cocks his head and slips his tongue along the seam of my mouth.
Holy cow. I’ve kissed too many frogs in the past decade. I’ve kissed guys who were demanding. Ones that were sloppy and rash. And some that were tentative and weak.
Trey is perfection. His lips are soft but firm, and his tongue thrusts against mine like he’s practicing plunging into my core. My clit convulses at the magical lunges and twirls of his movements.
I moan and fall against him. The instant I’m pressed against his hard body, his arms go around me, and his hands clasp my ass. Oh, God, yes. Please, don’t be a fantasy. I can’t handle waking up and realizing, yet again, I’m in my twin bed in my grandmother’s spare bedroom with a yellow tabby cat licking my toes. It’s too damn depressing.
His mouth moves off mine, and he peppers kisses along my jaw. “I’ve missed touching you.”
“God.” God, what? God, yes? God, help me? Don’t whisper sweet nothings in my ear? Say more? Tears fill my eyes. What do I say? I want to erase twelve years of my life, but I can’t. We can’t go back, but can we go forward?
No. That’s something little girls dream about. Hell, I’m in my early thirties. Disney Princesses and fairytales are for first graders. I pull back. “Trey, let’s not make promises we can’t keep. We can’t go back, and we don’t know what the future holds. Tonight is what it is – tonight. If you can’t do that, we need to stop.”
His jaw sets in a firm line as he appears to consider my words. The longer the silence stretches, the more positive I am he’s going to slip out the door and disappear for good.
Although it will break my heart, it is for the best. I steady my shoulders and wrinkle my nose. How do I get out of this awkward situation? His hands are still on my ass, and his cock is pressed against my belly. Do I sink to the ground and crawl away?
“Fine,” he sighs. “I’m not sure I agree, but I’ll honor your wishes. Tonight is just tonight.”
Thank God.
“Let’s go to bed.” He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. As he walks me to the door, his erection rubs against my sex, and the intensity inside me grows more powerful. I need this moment. I need the release of years of pent up emotions.
Once the door is open to the bedroom, I quickly take in the amenities. There is a large bed in the center of the room and a dresser against the wall.
It’s nothing fancy, but serviceable. I assume it’s only used in emergencies. Like bad weather or a nasty fight between the owner and his wife. Or for hookups. I shudder. How many people have used this bed for a hit it and quit it? God, quit freaking out and trying to find ways to make this cheap.
“I see you fret as much as you always did.” The deep rumble of his voice causes me to jump.
Shit. “Bad habit I can’t seem to break.”
“Yeah, I remember.” He chuckles and tosses me on the bed.
My ass bounces against the firm mattress. “Yeah?” I glare at him.
“Live a little. Enjoy yourself. If we’ve only got tonight, we’d better make it worthy of sitting in the nursing home remembering the epic lovemaking session in the back of the bar.” He winks and slowly pulls his t-shirt up the length of his body.
His abs are no longer the stomach of an eighteen-year-old boy. He’s all, man. My mouth waters and my fingers tingle. The vee leading to the package inside his jeans screams out for me to open it and enjoy the present inside.
He tosses the t-shirt behind him, and I ogle the man he’s become. ‘Whoa’ is the only way to describe it. He’s large and imposing, and sexy as hell.
“Like what you see? Your sister probably didn’t do me justice with her shots of me going to the grocery store or mowing the lawn.” His fingers clasp the edge of his jeans.
I lick my lips and squirm against the mattress. “The lawnmowing photos were pretty hot. In most of them, you were all sweaty.” I wiggle my eyebrows as my nipples pucker and tent against the silk of my bra. “Kind of glistening.”
He curls his lip. “Glistening is for women.”
Damn, he’s taking too long. I lift my leg off the bed and run my toe along the length of his hard shaft. “She didn’t get any photos of this.”