Troy laughed and held her close, loving the fast beat of her heart against his chest.
Loving her.
Chapter Seventeen
Julie soaked up Troy’s warmth, his weight. She’d never experienced tie-me-down sex like that in her life. She’d always been so tame when it came to the bedroom. Going down on a guy had never been her favorite pastime, but tasting Troy was a whole other matter. Something about him made her want to do things to him. She wanted him crazy and out of control. Loved the power she felt knowing she could drive him to the brink and send him over.
He untied her ankles, went to the bathroom and came back to wrap her tightly against him. She had no clue what to say. The whole experience had been way more than she anticipated, on more levels than she could count.
She stroked his chest, loving the light field of dark hair and the play of muscles beneath her fingertips. Adjusting her head a fraction, she looked up at him. He was always so serious, and now was no different. Staring up at the ceiling, he seemed a world away even as his fingers absently grazed her arm.
After a minute, he looked at her, his dark eyes intent. He brushed a soft kiss across her lips. “Why so serious?” he asked.
She forced a small grin. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
He shook his head a fraction as if he couldn’t express what he wanted to say. “How’s your leg?”
If she’d been a guessing woman, she’d have said that wasn’t what had been on his mind. “It’s okay. A little sore.” Every muscle ached as if she’d been through a strenuous workout. “I’ll be glad when the stitches come out. Will you be able to handle that or am I going to have to do it?”
One eyebrow lifted. “I was thinking we’d find a doctor.”
“What about keeping me under wraps?”
“You can’t visit the doctor with a wig on?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Besides, there’s patient confidentiality. You’re safe.”
Not from the people in the waiting room. “It seems silly to go to a stranger when one of us can snip them out.”
“I just want to make sure it’s healed and healthy,” he said.
“So far so good. I don’t expect any problems.” She climbed halfway on top of him and a twinge of pain zipped across her thigh. She kept it under wraps. “In fact, I expect my recovery to move along even faster now.”
He ran his hands against her scalp and his heat made her lids heavy. “Why do you expect that?” A sexy smile curved his lips.
“Because I’ve started my physical therapy a little early,” she whispered laying a gentle kiss on his lips. But one kiss wasn’t nearly enough and what she intended to be short and sweet turned into slow, deep and hot as hell. Finally, she pulled away to catch her breath.
“You like me.” His narrow-eyed gaze sent a thrill of tingles down her spine.
It was the same thing she’d said to him on the stairs and she laughed because it was true. She more than liked him. She was in serious like with him. So serious, that it scared the hell out of her. She wouldn’t have let just anyone do what he did to her. Did he realize that?
His erection grew against her thigh and she rubbed against him. “What gave it away?” she whispered as she continued to feather kisses across his jaw. “Was it the way I let you tie me up?” Her lips glided across his in a silky caress. “Or maybe it’s the way I took you in my mouth when you didn’t expect it?”
She felt his dick grow rock hard against her leg and she reached between them to grasp him in her hand. He sucked in a hard breath. Her leg ached liked a bitch, but she refused to tell him because he’d make her stop and there was no way she wanted to stop. She wanted to make him come again, wanted him begging for release as she’d begged for hers.
Troy rolled them to their sides and faced her as she continued to stroke his dick in her hand. Maybe he knew she hurt because he didn’t change their positions further. His hand did its own exploration down her stomach and toward the spot he already knew so well. He pushed a finger inside her and she kept her gaze on his eyes,