“I believe you …” I muttered. How the hell do I distract her? “… uh, I think I forgot that angled paint brush. Could you please check the deck?”
“It’s right behind you. You’re going to get a cramp if you stay like that for much longer.”
I have a huge cramp … in my dick, thanks to you. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to move. Well, she’d asked for it. If she skittered away when she saw my body’s reaction to her, then I knew she wasn’t ready for this. For us.
“Great. Thanks.” My thighs tightened and stretched, as I unfolded my body to its full height. Her eyebrows arched up as she followed my movement. Her pupils dilated when she caught a glimpse of my arousal.
She stepped closer, watching me. The tiny smile teasing the corner of her lips widened to a cheeky grin, ramping up the ticking of my heart. She crouched down in the same position I was just in, and diligently filled a container with a splash of colour. She was totally calm, enjoying my discomfort. I was a tower of raging hormones and frustration.
With a growl, I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her to her feet. “You think this is funny?” I smiled down at her surprised face when I pulled her body closer to mine. A whimper escaped her, the sound shooting to my balls, which tightened painfully when she burrowed closer. “This is your fault. You did this to me.”
“I know.”
My eyebrows shot up at her cockiness. “Do you, now?”
“Mm hmm,” she hummed, nodding.
I wrapped a hand around her braid, gently tilting her head so that our lips lined up. The puff of her breath against my mouth sent shock waves shooting south. She had all the power. I might be the one holding her, but I was rendered helpless under her spell. I knew she didn’t understand, but that was my fault. I hadn’t told her with words. I’d shown it every time I made her breakfast. When I held her hand in mine, or played with her hair when we had quiet time. But never in words.
Stroking her mouth with mine, I wanted to show her how I felt in every way possible. But I also needed to tell her. The words lined up in my throat, ready to be set free. There was no stopping them anymore. The way her body vibrated under my touch, the way her tongue came out to stroke mine, told me that she was ready to hear them. She was practically drawing them out of me.
“I’m in love with you.” Sliding my thumbs over her collar bones, I felt her shiver.
Heavy lids shaded dark eyes, holding me as her soul poured into mine. They told me so much without a sound. I felt what she wasn’t saying, but she opened her mouth to speak, anyway.
“Yeah, I know.” Her words stayed suspended. I wasn’t sure if I should take them on board or let them drop.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me back down for a deeper kiss. I bent at the knees slightly so our bodies were aligned, chest to chest, hip to hip, soft to hard. She tasted like apple juice, so sweet I couldn’t get enough. Our hands roamed, and I grasped those words and swallowed them down. I no longer cared if they weren’t the words I was expecting. It wasn’t what she said … it was how she said it. The message behind her words was worth everything.
“Do you feel this? Tell me you feel this.” I rested her palm over my thundering heart, making certain that she did. She needed to know that I was done for. I was all hers. I had been ever since she’d bolted past me like a swarm of bees were chasing her.
“I feel it,” she panted between kisses.
“Thank fuck for that.”
I dove into her mouth with more fervour, needing it all and taking what I could. My palms latched on to the backs of her thighs, lifting her, and wrapping her long luscious limbs around my waist. I sidestepped, somehow remembering the paint, and strode down the hallway towards the mattress on the floor.
Sinking to my knees, I kept her right where she was so I could rub my aching cock against her sweet spot. She moaned into my mouth, letting me know my aim was spot on. She rocked her hips to help me out. Hell, she was helping herself out, too. I loved that she was taking control of her pleasure. She was welcome to use me as much as she wanted, however she wanted.
I felt her fingers tugging up my shirt at the back, and I was all on board with that plan. Reaching behind my head, I ripped the shirt off, and flung it at the TV. She plastered her mouth on mine, and I pulled her shirt up as I leaned forward, laying her flat on the mattress underneath me. Where I’d had her in my dreams countless times. The reality was so much better than my feeble imagination.
Her arms stretched above her head as the T-Shirt rose. I kissed every inch of her golden-brown skin as it was exposed, taking extra care to go slow over her chin, her mouth, cheeks and her eyelids. Leaving the T-shirt bunched around her wrists, I slid my hands down each arm and over her breasts, covered in purple satin. Feeling the hard nubs of her nipples, I couldn’t resist. I wanted to suck on them.
“Can I take this off?”
“Yessss,” she hissed, letting me know that she
