We kiss, and the tangle resumes momentarily before I answer. "Yeah?"
Her hips announce their intention at the same time she grasps my hair in her hands at the base of my neck. "I need you—" It sounds like an admission more than a demand.
I cut her off with another kiss, because, Jesus Christ, her voice—that breathy, faint confession. It's all driving me wild. And forget about her hands in my hair. That always does it for me.
Her hips roll again and I meet them, pressing my erection into her. Her whole body tenses and the grip on my hair intensifies. I groan, because, shit, this feels so fucking good. I need to get us out of here before we end up fucking on top of the kitchen island, because that's what's going to happen in about two minutes if I don't move us to my room. With her arms still around my neck, I stand and she wraps her legs around me. It's a good thing I know my way around this house in the dark because I'm not parting my mouth from hers so I can watch where I'm walking. I'll rely on my memory and instinct to get us there because the rest of me is too goddamn busy.
I set her down when we reach our destination. Two steps inside and the door's shut behind me and my shorts are on the floor.
She's fighting the button on her jeans when her eyes lift and she sees me standing in front of her naked. Air escapes her lungs in gasp of shock ... and want. So. Much. Want.
I step toward her and remove her hands from her jeans and take over for her. She lets me, so I shimmy her jeans and panties down her long legs. When I reach for the hem of her shirt, I look at her questioningly. She never bares the scars I know are underneath and I know this moment could go either way. And I'm fine with that. I only want her to give me what she's comfortable giving me. So when she nods and raises her arms allowing me to slip her shirt up and off, I'm cheering inside. Cheering on her courage. The scarring is limited to her right side and her arm. It's not shocking. It's what I expected. And it's just her. And everything about her is beautiful. Her eyes are downcast again. Lifting her chin, I point to my eyes. "Eyes right here." Our eyes meet.
And in her eyes I see unease threatening her confidence. "No one's ever seen me like this."
"Lucky me. Because. You. Are. Beautiful." And now I'm feeling a little triumphant because obviously even fucking Michael wasn't given this gift. "Thank you."
Now she's smiling with relief and the confidence is returning. "Thank you." And then the smile twists into desire again.
My eyes drop to her body. She's standing before me in just a white cotton bra. Goddamn, I thought I was aching before, but that's ratcheted my desire to all-out pain. I reach behind her and unclasp her bra and before it's slipped down her arms, I've got her breasts in my hands. My thumbs sweep softly across her nipples and they harden at my touch. It's an immediate reaction that never fails to excite me.
Her breathing has increased again and each breath is full of urgency, as if she's trying to suppress any vocal reaction to the pleasure she's experiencing.
I run my eyes up and down her body one more time—it's visual foreplay. Her body is gorgeous. And then I look her in the eyes. "You okay?" She's so quiet, which is in stark contrast to everything else her body is saying.
She nods.
"I can't seem to do much right lately, but I swear to God, Scout, that I will make you feel so ... damn ... good. Just say the word."
Her eyes are pleading now, and her hands are anxiously stroking the small of my back. It's a restrained gesture that hints at the promise of uninhibited abandon. "Please."
I don't waste any time wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against me. Damn, her skin. She's all skin. Beautiful, warm, sensitive, nerve-filled skin. I feel her. I haven't felt anyone for months and months. Women were just bodies to satisfy my need. But with Scout, I feel her. I feel everything about her.
I walk her toward the bed until the backs of her knees make contact and I lay her down. We inch our way up to my pillows. She's on her back and I'm on top of her. My body hasn't left hers. It doesn't want to. Every time she lifts her hips to scoot up the bed I meet the rise with pressure from my own and we move fluidly as one, like waves. A tide that rises and becomes more forceful, more demanding. And each crest coaxes an appreciative and pleasure-filled groan out of me, coupled with subdued silence from her.
"You don't have to be quiet, pretty girl. Feel this with me."
That's all the persuasion she needed. "Mmm." The moan is relief and ecstasy, accompanied by an exhalation that's one of the sexiest sounds I've ever heard a woman make. Like she's lost all control. It's the abandon I knew was penned up inside.
Her head's resting on my pillow now. I'm grinding my hips against her, with her, and she's holding me tighter and tighter to her body, like she's afraid I'll disappear if she lets go.
We're just looking into each other's eyes when that goddamn sexy moan comes again.
"Talk to me Scout. Tell me what you need." I want to hear it all.
She pants out, "Now. I need you now, Gus. I can't wait."
Neither can I. I kiss her and then roll off of her and reach into the drawer of my nightstand for a condom. I've got it ripped open and rolled on in record time.
She doesn't make any attempt to take the lead or to reposition herself, so I nestled between her legs on my knees. Holy shit, I haven't been this fucking turned on in so long. I forgot what this felt like. I want to go slow. I want to lick every inch of her body. I want to touch her and tease her. I want this to last. But, she's ready, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't right there with her. I'm so fucking ready.
I'm raised up on my knees before her. Looking at her. She's beautiful. Her dark hair is fanned out around her head. Her eyes are bright and fixed on mine. Her chest is rising and falling with each pull of breath, nipples swollen and hard.
I lower down so my ass is resting on my heels and splay my fingers under her, my thumbs against her hip bones. Grasping her firmly, I slowly slide her up my thighs. Goddamn, her skin again. On me. I'm going to explode.
Her legs are bent at the knee on either side of me, her perfect ass resting on my thighs. I position myself at her entrance and have to admit that I can't help but stare at us ... touching. At the most intimate, private parts of us about to meet, about to become one. All I want to do is watch me be welcomed and swallowed up by her.