know. But in the end, he made you feel insignificant, he made you feel bad about yourself, he threw a precious gift you gave him in your face and he did that in the dirtiest way a man can do to a woman. He tarnished something special and beautiful. So, yes, Addy, he did. And years later, it’s still fucking with your head. And don’t deny it, because you’re lying under me, and instead of knowing that you are sexy as fuck, beautiful, crazy-good in bed, you’re looking up at me like it’s the first time you’ve heard it.”
“Because it is.”
Jesus Christ.
How was that possible? It pissed me off Addy didn’t understand her allure—not her sexual appeal, her innocence, her beauty—none of it.
“You look madder,” she whispered.
I was wrong.
Now I was done.
Done as in, I was done talking.
It was time to show her.
“Shirt off, baby.”
I lifted to my knees, her hands went to the hem of her shirt, and she tore it over her head. Then I took in my fill. My eyes roamed, eating up every inch of skin she’d revealed. Soft, silky skin I couldn’t wait to touch and taste. But first, she needed to know a few things, so maybe I wasn’t done talking.
“You know what I see?” Addy didn’t answer but I didn’t need her to. “Pure beauty. Soul-deep beauty. The kind you cannot create with the shit women put on their faces and in their hair to glam it up. The kind you can’t fake. Pure of heart and mind. Straight up good and clean.”
I heard her swift inhale and continued. “You know what else I see? The woman who was made to be mine.” My hands went to her waist and my thumbs skimmed the soft skin of her stomach. “Made to enjoy my touch.” I leaned forward and dipped my tongue into her belly button before I licked all the way to the curve of her breast, over the swell, and circled her nipple. “Made to enjoy my mouth.” I traveled to her other breast, pulled that nipple between my teeth, and softly grazed it until she arched her back, silently asking for more.
When she finally made that sexy-as-fuck mew I loved so much, I pulled away. “Made to moan for me. Do you get it yet? You weren’t meant for them, you were made for me.”
I was then seriously fucking done talking.
13
Luxurious.
I was floating on a cloud—a soft, fluffy, luxurious cloud. My head was tipped back in offering, Trey’s mouth was on my throat, and he was moving slowly, lazily, gently. And both his hands were engaged in the action. One was resting on the side of my neck, his fingers wrapped around the back and pressed deep, his thumb softly skimming under my chin—a gentle command to stay as I was.
His other hand had slid up from my hip and was now cupping my breast, that thumb was also softly skimming, only it was skimming my nipple.
All of it sublime. His heat, his weight, his touch, his mouth—perfect. All of it was also lazy, gentle, slow—in other words, pure torture. Trey was taking his time like he’d cleared his schedule for the next week for the sole purpose of driving me mad. He was in the mood to explore and to do it at his leisure.
Trey shifted down and my legs automatically opened to make room for him. This movement caused friction between my legs, and without meaning to I lifted my hips, needing more.
I heard his chuckle as he brushed his lips over my nipple and continued this torturous event until my back bowed and I let out a frustrated groan.
“Hm,” he hummed and swept his mouth over my nipple, featherlight.
“Trey.”
He didn’t reply.
He didn’t give into my non-verbal demand to get the show on the road.
He didn’t engage his tongue or his teeth.
He just continued at his pace, doing what he wanted, not giving me what I wanted.
It occurred to me there was a way I could get what I wanted—all I had to do was take control. I brought my knees up, planted my feet on the bed, and bucked my hips while twisting. This maneuver failed when Trey gave me more of his weight, effectively pinning me down. It also had the unfortunate side effect of bunching my shorts, which gathered in the perfect position to rub exactly the right spot. The unfortunate part was it felt so good, I did it again, which had the adverse reaction