It loosened some of the tension he was carrying, knowing she felt the same as he did about tonight.
Sean pulled her into his arms and kissed her, as he caressed her back and undid her bra strap with one hand. He felt her hands between them, undoing the buttons of his shirt, and then her fingers moved over his chest, her nails lightly scoring his skin, making his cock even harder.
He lifted his head and yanked off her bra, tossing it aside, and then pulled her bare chest against his and held her. Felt the perkiness of her nipples and the curve of her waist as he reached lower, cupping her butt and pulling her more fully into him.
She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head over his heart. Then he felt her turn her head to kiss his pectoral and watched as she looked up at him. Her big blue-gray eyes were full of tears.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just didn’t think we’d be this close again,” she whispered.
He hadn’t, either, but he knew that if they started talking, he would more than likely say the wrong thing. So he just lifted her into his arms and strode with her into her bedroom. The layout was familiar, but he noticed that the bedding had been changed and that the bed itself had been moved to the opposite wall.
It pained him to see the proof of how she’d tried to erase him from her life. But he wasn’t going away that easily. Tonight he’d learned so much about this woman and realized he still had so much more to discover. But there were three things he knew with one-hundred-percent certainty... He liked her. He wanted her. And he wasn’t going to let her go.
Sean set her on her feet next to the bed. He shrugged out of his shirt as he toed off his shoes and then his hands went to his pants. But hers were there first, undoing his belt.
He reached for the waistband of her leggings and pushed his hands underneath the layers of both the leggings and her underwear, sliding them down her legs. They got caught on her boots and he bent down to unzip the boots and remove them for her.
His eyes roved up her naked body as she stepped out of the leggings and panties. Sean’s breath caught in his throat and his cock got harder. This woman washis.
He didn’t know why he hadn’t realize it earlier. Or how he’d let himself get distracted by pride, but he wanted her and he wasn’t about to let her go.
Not tonight and not ever. And now that there weren’t any lies left between them, there was no reason for him to let her go.
Paisley shoved aside the embarrassment she felt when he saw the way she’d moved the bed and other furniture around in the room. She’d gone to Saks and bought all new bedding as well, trying to erase him from her apartment in a way that she hadn’t been able to erase him from her thoughts.
She wondered why she wasn’t having second thoughts now. Why was she just standing here naked in his arms, reaching for the zipper of his pants and trying to get him inside her, instead of pushing him away? This could go so badly.
But...
It could also goso right. And she remembered how right it had felt when she’d been in his arms. And in her dream life, how right she hoped it could be with the two of them before their baby was born.
Her conscience gave her a huge shove.
Tell him about the baby, it said.
But she ignored it as she started to shove his pants down his legs. He brushed aside her hands and chucked them off himself, before pulling her into his arms and kissing her again. She felt him push her backward with his arms still around her and his mouth on hers. The strength of his iron embrace kept her close until she felt the bed at her back and he came down over her, positioning himself between her legs.
She looked up into his face and she almost started to cry. She had missed him. It hadn’t even been that long but she’d missedthis. She closed her eyes and turned her face away, but felt his thumbs against her temples wiping away the tears that had slipped out.
He didn’t say anything but she felt his mouth against her neck and then it drifted slowly lower as he kissed her shoulders and the curve of her breast. His lips closed over her nipple, suckling her into his mouth, and her feminine center clenched and she felt herself go liquid. She reached between their bodies for his cock, stroking him and trying to direct him to her pussy.
She wanted him inside her. Enough waiting and trying to make this first time back together into something different. It was...and yet it wasn’t.
This man had made love to her before and had left a mark on her soul and a child in her body. He’d changed her even if he didn’t know it and having sex with him again was her chance...to just reclaim some of what she’d lost when she’d found out he’d lied.
She wasn’t doing this for revenge or any other reason than she’d truly missed him. Missed the way his face softened when he looked at her and how he smiled in that intimate way that was reserved only for her when they were alone like this. She opened her eyes, reaching up to cup his face in her hands. Warmth flowed through her as she felt the stubble of his beard coming through and she rubbed her thumb over his jawline.
“I’ve missed this.”
“Me too,” he rasped as he moved his hips until she felt the tip of his erection at her entrance. She planted her feet on the bed and lifted her hips to urge him inside of her, but he didn’t thrust forward.
“I’m—”
“No more talking. Just action,” she said.
If he said anything else she was going to have to tell him about the baby. Heck, she probably should have already told him but she was afraid.