sitting in the passenger seat all wet and sexy, looking good enough to eat, it's tough.
The moment we get home, I'm out of the truck and opening the door for her. The rain has lessened, though it's still steady and I have no idea if anyone's home.
Hell, I don't really care either. I'm so eager to get Fable inside, I can hardly see straight.
She's giggling when I pull her inside the guesthouse and shut and lock the door with a finality that brings me complete satisfaction. No one's going to interrupt this. I won't allow it. I have to get Fable naked. Have. To. There's no other choice.
I press her against the wall next to the front door and brace my hands above her head, kissing her until we're both stupid with lust. Our hips connect, grinding against each other, and the wet clothes we have on is driving me crazy, so I reach for the hem of her shirt and slowly start to tug upward.
"Are you trying to strip me?" She's teasing, I love the sound of her voice, how it's full of affection and I nod, unable to say a word for fear I'll ruin the moment.
She pushes at my chest so I have no choice but to step back, and I watch breathlessly as she reaches for her shirt and slowly lifts it up, up, until she's pulling it over her head and letting it fall from her fingers to the floor. She stands before me in a pale pink bra trimmed with black lace, her breasts plumped over the cups and holy shit, all I want to do is take her bra off so I can touch her there.
Her eyes are glowing as reaches for me again and I go willingly, devouring her mouth, running my hands up and down her bare sides. My fingers are getting closer and closer to her bra-covered tits and then I'm there, cupping her, smoothing my thumbs across the front of her bra, earning a sweetly agonized moan for my efforts.
I hear her whisper my name when I kiss her neck and she shivers beneath my lips. I trail my tongue along her skin, savoring her taste, the way she melts against me and I reaching behind her back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra until it comes undone with relative ease.
Nerves make my hand shake and I withdraw from her, smooth my trembling fingers over her hair, across her cheek. We stare at each other, I see how her bra straps are loose around her shoulders and I slip my fingers beneath those lacy straps and slowly pull them down, revealing her to me for the first time.
My breath catches in my throat and all I can do is stare. She's beautiful, with the prettiest pale pink nipples I've ever seen and I touch her there, circle first one nipple with my thumb, then the other.
She closes her eyes on a hiss, her hands braced against the wall, her chest thrust forward. I lean over her and rain kisses across her collarbone, her chest, the tops of her breasts, the valley in between. I'm teasing her, teasing myself and damn, I already feel like I'm going to explode.
When I finally take a hard nipple between my lips, she thrusts her hands into my hair, her entire body tense as I wind my tongue around and around her flesh. She's panting, I'm panting and I wish I wouldn't have started this here. Should've waited until I at least got her into a bed.
"Andrew," she whispers, the sound of my full name stopping me cold and I go completely still as memories wash over me.
Just let me touch you, Andrew I know you'll like it. It'll be so perfect between us. Please, Andrew. I know how to make you feel good...
I wrench myself out of Fable's hold and back away from her, my breath coming in ragged spurts, my brain spinning with old memories mixed with new, fresh ones.
"Drew, what's wrong? What happened?"
I focus my gaze on Fable, watch as she pushes away from the wall and comes toward me, her breasts bouncing with her every step, her expression filled with concern. I'm ruining it. I'm letting my past shade my present, hell, my entire future and I'm filled with inexplicable rage.
This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this, not today and I shake my head, unable to speak, my tongue feels so thick.
She reaches for me, her hand touches