I can’t believe you’re here with me.”
He stood beside the bed, looking down at her.
“Are you just going to stand there?”
“If I want to, yes.” But he didn’t. He lifted his arms over his head, grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it off. He felt her eyes on him as he folded it and put it on the chair next to the end table. Next he kicked his boots off, then tugged his socks down. He contemplated taking the jeans off, his dick screamed yes, but he knew he’d have zero restraint if he did. Instead he undid the top button, giving himself a little breathing room.
“I love your tattoos.” She lifted her arm, eyes wide as she reached for him.
Keys placed one knee on the bed. With only the light from the bathroom shining into the room, they could see each other but the lighting wasn’t harsh, lending a sense of intimacy. A sort of security.
“I’m glad you do. I’m going to undress you like a present. Got any objections?” he asked.
Knowing what she’d gone through, he wanted to reassure her before he did anything.
“No. I hope you’re not expecting a lot.” She put her palms over her breasts.
He moved her hands, replacing them with his. “I already saw these earlier, remember? Done had my mouth on them too.”
Hell, he couldn’t get the image of her gorgeous breasts with the red tipped berry nipples out of his mind. Keys maneuvered them both into the middle of the bed with him straddling her thighs. She still had her blouse on, the one with the buttons down the front he’d fantasized about ripping off earlier. “Is this a favorite shirt?” he asked.
Her eyes went to where his fingers were working the first button open, coming back up to meet his. “No. I mean I like it, but I have several of them. Why?”
He didn’t answer, his hands pulling the sides apart. The tiny buttons popping off with ease. “Because I didn’t want to fuck with unbuttoning it to get to the good parts.”
She laughed. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t—” her words were cut off, a moan escaping her throat.
He just about lost what control he had, and he was known for his iron-will control. His brothers would be laughing their asses off if they knew he was on edge by looking at Palmer, barely undressed with breasts that were engorged due to the fact she was a nursing mother. Yeah, he was not gonna be sharing that info at their next Church.
For the briefest moment he wished Hoss was his in blood, wished he could’ve been the one sliding his dick into her for the first time and created him with his seed. He knew he’d have made sure she felt only pleasure. Looking down at Palmer and seeing the fear mixed with wonder, he actually wished he was a better man than what he was. She may only be a few years younger than him, but she was centuries in every other aspect.
He unhooked the front clasp on her bra, her slight hiss bringing his gaze up to her. All his wishes and regrets be damned. There might be some later, hell, who was he kidding, there would be some because he knew he wasn’t good enough, never had been. He’d learned the hard way that regrets were things you couldn’t outrun and just when you thought you’d outrun them, they had a way of worming their way back into a man’s life. Only this time, he was the one pulling the strings. This time, he held the cards and he was damn good at knowing when to hold ‘em and when to call a bluff.
“Talk to me, let me know what you like or don’t. I’ll go slow if it’s the last thing I do.” His cock was so damn hard, the head poking out of the top where he’d undone his jeans.
She reached up, gliding her hands over his chest, down his stomach. If he hadn’t been watching, he would’ve missed her slight tremble. Her fingers skimmed over the flared head of his cock, rubbing the precome in. “Palmer,” he hissed, her name a plea and a warning.
Her hips shifted, breasts pressing into his palms.
“I want you.” She thrust up.
Her admission was more than he’d hoped for, more than he could take. He plucked at the tips of her breasts. “Are these too sensitive for me to do that?”
She nodded.
“Words, baby.” He gave each tip