rasped beside my ear.
I could feel his warm breath wafting over my ear, the tension in his body, and the way his voice sounded like he was about to lose it.
There was something about knowing that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him that broke me.
“I can’t do it anymore, either,” I confessed. “I can’t. I want you to fuck me, Seth. Please,” I begged. “I ache. I have for a long time. But you’ll have to help me, at least this time.”
He rolled away from me for a moment, and I practically grieved the loss. Seth turned on a soft light at his side of the bed, and then rolled back to me again.
He gently pushed me onto my back. “Look at me, Riley,” he insisted. “I need to know that you’re doing this because you really want it. I don’t want to rush you. I didn’t really mean to say that. I can wait.”
I stared at him defiantly. “I don’t do things I don’t want to do. At all. Ever. Okay, maybe I used to, but not anymore. I can’t be with you and not want more. To get closer to you. It hurts for me, too. But I don’t really know what to do, other than counting the moments until the sex is over. I don’t know what to do with the way you make me feel, Seth.”
“Baby, you’ll never fucking be counting the minutes until we’re done,” he told me in a gravelly voice.
His mouth came down on mine almost immediately, and I let out a moan of relief against his lips. I needed to be connected to him so badly that I couldn’t breathe.
I actively participated instead of just letting it happen, wanted him to know how much I needed him.
I shivered as he nipped at my bottom lip and then soothed it with his tongue.
“Be sure this is what you want, Riley. Because once this happens, there’s no going back. Not for me,” he growled.
There’s no going back for me, either.
Maybe I’d always known that it was going to be all or nothing with this man, which had terrified the hell out of me.
Until now.
Until tonight.
Until I trusted him.
I knew at that moment that I was in love with Seth. Completely. Totally. Irrevocably.
I couldn’t voice it right at the moment.
I wasn’t ready to be quite that vulnerable, because it was new to me.
“I don’t want to go back,” I whispered. “I just need both of us naked.”
“I’m not about to argue with that,” he said with a grin that made my heart skitter.
Our gazes met and held, speaking without saying a word, before he rolled off the bed.
I licked my dry lips when I saw his entire body. All he was wearing was a pair of sweatpants, and one jerk of the string holding them in place on his hips allowed him to strip them off.
Sweet Jesus!
He hadn’t even looked this tempting in my fantasies. He was completely ripped, but not puffed up in a bodybuilder sort of way. Seth had strong muscles in his biceps, thighs, and six-pack abs that any woman would drool over.
My eyes finally dropped to a very large erection that almost made me wary.
When my gaze drifted up again, he was smirking.
The man had no shame about baring every inch of skin he had. And I loved that.
I smiled back at him as I sat up. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and whipped it over my head. I tossed it away, not really caring about where it landed.
Seth was on me before I could blink.
“I’ll take it from here, gorgeous,” he rumbled, his fingers seeking and finding the clasp of my bra. He unhooked it and threw it in the same direction as I had my top.
He cupped my bare breasts, and then rubbed the hard, sensitive peaks of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
My head flopped back onto the pillow with a strangled moan of pleasure.
He took his time, his mouth exploring every inch of my breasts. Seth bit softly on one nipple and soothed over it with his tongue. Then he moved to the other, and did the same thing.
He moved back and forth, tormenting me until I felt like I was losing my mind.
“Seth. Please,” I whimpered.
I felt him unsnap the button on my jeans and lower the zipper. I raised my hips to help him strip them off. He took my panties at the same time.
When he was done, Seth