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The gentlemanly thing to do would have been to cover her up, but I’d never pretended to be one of those. And my gut told me that wasn’t what she wanted. My eyes greedily took in the changes to her body over the last ten years since I’d seen her in a bathing suit. Her soft stomach, the underwear begging to be peeled down so I could worship, the stretch marks that guidedme to her pussy. It took everything in me not to run my nose along the seams of the cotton and tug it aside to lick and suck her clit until she screamed. I hadn’t had the chance to feast on her tonight, and would rectify that the first chance I got—if she let me.
My cock pulsed and tightened.
Pull the covers up, asshole.
I yanked the soft sheet up to her chin. “Stop tempting me, Tink.”
She laughed softly. “Then stop standing there being all sexy-like. Get undressed and come to bed.”
Because I liked to be tortured, I responded in the affirmative, even as my brain told me to leave. That she needed rest. And because I had my doubts that if we shared space tonight, neither one of us would be getting a lot of sleep.
Whether we cuddled or made love, there was no way my thoughts would allow me to sleep one moment away.
I walked around to the other side of the bed, tossed my wallet and phone on the nightstand, and kicked off my shoes. My jacket, shirt, socks, and pants were off me in record time.
As I slid beneath the covers, I hesitated. I needed a moment to control myself before I wrapped my arms around my dream girl. I didn’t want to rush any of this, needing these soft, quiet moments with her just as much as the passion-filled ones.
Her hands reached for me, gripping my bicep, and using that momentum to shift closer. Each wiggle of her body had mine tightening further, increasing my agony. She curled into me, the delicious torture of her curves fitting so perfectly to my hard chest. Our legs laced together with my knee resting between her luscious thighs, heat radiating from our skin. And as she settled deeper into my embrace, I rested my hand on her belly, allowing my fingers to skim her softness before settling around her waist.
Tris let out a deep sigh, pushing towards me as though she sought to get even closer than we were.
She closed her eyes, and as the minutes passed, her breath deepened. My fingers idly traced her skin until my own eyes reluctantly closed. I had a hard time believing she was mine and I wanted to cherish every second she allowed me to hold her.
A few hours later, sunlight streamed through the windows, piercing my eyes drawing me awake from the best dream of my fucking life. I cursed myself for forgetting to close the shades last night.
My cell phone buzzed on my nightstand. I grumbled quietly, attempting to extricate myself from Tris. During the night, she’d wrapped herself around me. More than half her body draped over mine. I wasn’t sure I could move without waking her. And I didn’t want to wake her. I was terrified that she’d wake up and realize this was a mistake.
ThatIwas a mistake.
I shifted a little so she was snuggled into my side instead of on top of me. Her quiet breathing fanned my skin driving me crazy. Despite my efforts not to wake her, she began to stir in my arms.
Tris stretched, stopping suddenly as though she realized she wasn’t alone in her own bed. Her eyes sprung open. “Killian?”
“Hey,” I said, leaving my arm circled around her neck. I’d check my phone later to see who called. It was probably Smee, anyway.
“Uh.” In between each of her slow blinks, I caught signs of various emotions bubbling inside her. Her initial surprise and confusion morphed into contentment and joy.
From the brightness of the sun, I suspected it was getting late. “I’m going to pull together a breakfast for us. Anything you don’t like?”
“No. I’m sorry. I just fell asleep last night … ” She frowned.
I leaned in and placed a kiss on her pouty lips. “Take your time.”
She was so damn beautiful, even with rumpled morning hair and sleepy eyes. “You were tired. I was, too. It’s no big deal.” And it wasn’t, now that we were on the same page.
We had forever to figure this all out.
“Right. No big deal … ” Her uncertainty stopped me cold. It felt like a repeat of her doubts last night.
“No. I didn’t mean it that way.” I pressed my forehead to hers and kissed her nose. I’d finally gotten what I wanted and this wasn’t going to get fucked up by miscommunication again. My doubts. Her doubts. That was what drove our words this morning. Not the truth.
I still saw uncertainty in her eyes.
“I’ve waited for this moment with you for what feels like forever, Tris. I’m not about to fuck it up. You were tired. We have plenty of time to go there, or anywhere. Everywhere. That’s what I meant.”
She looked into my eyes. “Okay.”
I needed to get her out of her own head and I needed to stop my negative train of thought, too. This was so new between us that given the chance, we questioned what was before our eyes.