“I hear that a woman with big boobs hates running because the bounce makes her boobs hurt. How do you run with that thing?”
“Snug pants.”
I finally looked up, meeting his heated gaze.
“Can I join you?”
“Yes.”
Stepping behind the curtain, I stood in the steam-filled space at the back of the tub and received the same close study I’d given him. While I’d been naked in his presence more times than I could count, this was the first time he purposefully looked at me. The heat in his gaze warmed my middle, but his silence made me nervous.
“Have you already used soap?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you. I hated that you left me. A lot. I was lonely and miserable without you. But, why you left makes up for all of that.”
Merdon reached out, the heat of his hand branding my waist as he slowly tugged me forward. The touch of his chest to mine sent a shiver through me. He not only felt it, but he saw it...just like he saw everything when it came to me.
His hold changed, and his fingers gripped my chin, tipping my head back. He studied me for a moment then slowly lowered his lips to mine.
It wasn’t the same as the angry kiss or as demanding as the second one, but the way his lips brushed tenderly over mine was far more potent. I tipped my head farther back, hungry for more.
His fingers played with the ends of my hair then trailed down my spine to grab my ass at the same time his tongue traced the seam of my lips. Another shiver raced through me, and I opened them for him. He hungrily delved deeper, his need taking the kiss to another level. His hips arched against me, and the thick length of him twitched between us.
I lifted my hands from his waist, hooking them around his neck and trailing my fingers over his skin.
He broke away for a moment to look down at me.
“I’m afraid to trust this.”
“Because you’re smart. You see through my bullshit. You always have. Right now, this is real. And, I think it’ll stay real for me. That doesn’t mean I won’t have problems. That doesn’t mean that everything will be fine with me. We both know that I have issues. But this is good for me. You’re good for me. Just make sure I’m good for you. If I ever get to be too much, I’m telling you now, walk away from me. Save yourself.”
“Never,” he growled before his lips claimed mine again. The intensity and anger were back. I loved it. I loved his sweet kiss too. I was pretty sure I loved all of him.
The hand on my ass moved lower, slowly sliding from my backside to my folds.
I squeaked at the exploratory invasion. I hadn’t thought we were to that stage yet. Heck, I hadn’t thought he’d know how to navigate that part. But he managed beautifully, skimming over my channel and going right for the sweet spot. He circled my clit twice, came close to gliding over it, and dodged at the last second. I squirmed, trying to chase his fingertip.
“Be still, Hannah,” he said, nipping my bottom lip just as he slid a finger inside of me.
I howled. Or maybe it was a moan. I couldn’t be sure. My eyes were rolled back, and my heart was thundering in my ears. He moved it in and out of me a few times as if taking my measure, then added a second finger and more pressure.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Yes. More.”
“Shh,” he whispered against my ear. “Stay quiet or I will stop.”
I nodded and lifted my lips, begging for another kiss.
“No. I will watch your face. Your lips can lie. Your face does not.”
He withdrew his fingers, and I opened my eyes to scowl at him. He grunted.
“That makes you sad and almost angry.”
“Of course it does. I wasn’t done yet.”
His finger skimmed over my clit, and I jerked at the sensation.
“That makes you happy.”
“Stop narrating, and put your finger back where it belongs, dammit.”
He grunted and, oh so slowly, slid a finger back into me. I ground down on it, and he swatted my backside. It wasn’t the stinging slap from the basement but a quieter, gentler version.
I scowled at him again.
“What’d I do wrong now?”
“Stay still. Your movements are distracting me.”
“Well, your lack of movement is annoying me. It feels like you’re not into this like I am.”