Faked - Karla Sorensen Page 0,60
Fingers tightened on my skin, and through clenched teeth, he swore.
I dropped down, my hair falling around our faces like a curtain. "I'm on the pill, Bauer. I trust you," I whispered.
Smoothly, he rolled us again until he was over top of me, covering me with so much strength and heat that I wanted to live there forever.
He whispered a curse, his expression intense and searching. He knew what I was asking of him. Knew what my trust meant.
"Claire," he said brokenly.
"I trust you," I repeated.
His hands gripped me tightly. "I've never not used one. There's never been anyone …" His voice trailed off, and inside, I burned so bright with what I saw in his eyes.
"I know you're here with me," I told him, my hand landing on his heart. His wild, pounding, hammering heart.
Bauer didn't rush, never, ever did anything except bring us both to the edge of our sanity, and the glass sharp edge of pleasure and pain, with how he made us wait.
With patience that I couldn't fathom, and a tenderness that I hadn't yet felt from him, Bauer made love to me. It was in every sweep of his hands over my body. Every roll of his hips, every second he held my gaze with his own and refused to look away.
The way he moved inside me was slow, slow, slow, and his control made the burst of pleasure that much better when it finally came. Movements became faster and harder after that, his control fraying as I clutched his sweat-damp back. It was my name he shouted when the dam broke for him. A second wave crested slowly for me when it did, and I gasped for breath when it warmed me head to toe.
I had to fight not to tell him I was falling in love with him, and when he slowly came down himself, he spoke something softly into the skin of my shoulder that I couldn't hear.
It was easy to imagine that he was murmuring secrets into my skin that I was keeping tight inside me as well.
Maybe because we both knew what waited for us when we got back to reality, and that we were hardly at a place to make declarations of love after only a few days.
But for the rest of the night, I felt the truth of it in the way he touched me, like I was something he treasured, something he wanted, something he'd protect.
By the time we finally lapsed into sleep, me curled tightly in his arms, I knew I felt the same way about Bauer Davis. But it still didn't mean I was ready for the sun to come up and reality to intrude because after that happened ... I couldn't bear to think about what might come next.
Chapter Nineteen
Claire
We sat in the Jeep and stared at Scotty's cabin. The snow had started melting, coming off the sharp edge of the A-line roof in a steady stream of water. There was no hiding anymore, no ignoring reality, no more excuses to stay.
Plus, we'd just about cleaned Scotty out of food. So, unless we wanted to start eating Agnes's really expensive cat food, it was time to face the music anyway.
"Well," he said quietly and glanced in my direction. "Shall we?"
The lump in my throat was about the size of Rhode Island when I tried to answer, so I just nodded instead.
He slid a hand across my thigh, fingers wrapping comfortably over the top of my leg so he could squeeze.
I'm right here.
It was so clear in my head that I could almost hear his voice.
"Why is it so hard to leave this place?" I said. I'd hardly even made the decision to speak the thought out loud, but there it was.
Bauer sighed, removed his hand, and put the Jeep in reverse, navigating through the plowed area that the truck had provided him to back up.
"Because it's nice to hide away every once in a while." He paused again before he pulled out of the driveway, and I caught the way his eyes lingered on the cabin in the rearview mirror. "Forget about all the other bullshit we have to deal with."
For some reason, his answer saddened me even further. He'd woken me so sweetly with kisses all over my naked back and hands roaming until I'd been panting his name, begging him to take pity on me. He had, hands clutching mine, his body hot and hard behind me as I found release again,