night together.” She moved her leg and settled at my side.
“We did not have sex, but we spent the night together. “
She shivered beside me.
“You cold?”
“No.” She blushed again.
“Then what is wrong?”
“Your words got to me. That’s all.”
“My words seem to have an effect on you a lot.”
“Everything about you does. It’s not fair.”
“It is perfectly fair.” I boldly pulled her on top of me. I needed to feel her pressed against me; it would illustrate my point better than words. “Everything about you affects me too.”
“Maybe we should just have sex and get it over with. Maybe once it’s out of our system this will stop.”
“Get it over with?” I could feel my eyes widen. “There is no getting anything over with. When I finally have you, there will no rush, and it will not be the end. It will only be the beginning.”
“You said when. Don’t you mean if?” She made no move to slide off me.
“I am not a fan of pretending.” I could not pretend anymore. She was made for me. I was as sure of it as I was that the sun would rise every day.
“But I’m going home.”
“You are.” I would play along with that idea for now, but I would change her mind. She had said herself she had nothing to go back to. She had plenty to stay for. Whether I deserved her or not, I would have her. I would spend each and every night with her beside me, only there would be no clothing separating our bodies. She would be mine in every sense of the word, and nothing was going to get in my way. Not even her fears. Ainsley was mine. The voice in my head repeated those three words over and over.
I was blinded. Without any thought I crushed my lips against hers and rolled her beneath me. She gasped as I deepened the kiss, needing to taste every corner of her mouth. I held my weight off of her with a hand, but I let my other hand settle on her hip beneath her t-shirt.
She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. I let more of my weight press into her, and she moaned before rewarding me by thrusting her body against mine.
My body strained against the cotton of my pants, and the knowledge of how little separated us urged me on.
She slipped a hand underneath my t-shirt, running her hands up and down my torso, setting every spot she touched on fire. I broke the kiss to pull off my shirt. I needed to feel more of her touch. I moved my lips to her neck, eagerly leaving kisses all the way down to her shoulder. I pulled away her t-shirt enough to continue to kiss down her neck, to her chest.
Ainsley is mine. The voice urged me on, as her hand left my hair and moved to my back. She pulled me all the way down flush against her. There was absolutely no hiding how aroused I was, and I did not want to. She needed to know exactly what she did to me.
She locked her eyes with mine before taking my hand and slipping it under her t-shirt to settle on her bare breast.
Perfection. She was perfection. The touch was incredible, but I longed to see. She seemed to read my mind. She pushed up against me, and I dropped my hand. She pulled off her t-shirt and tossed it where I had thrown mine.
“Such beauty cannot exist.” I returned my hand to her breast while I dared to lower my mouth to her other. She moaned beneath me. She liked the feel of me on her. She wanted this as much as I did. Ainsley is mine. The voice urged me on, but another voice joined in, stopping me in my tracks. It was all too soon. I was rushing things. I reluctantly released her beautiful breasts and moved off of her.
“Oh my gosh.” She covered herself with the sheet. “That just happened.”
“It did.” I lay back against the pillows. I had never experienced such pleasure, and I knew there was so much more to come. But not yet. She was already mine. There was no reason to push things too fast.
“It didn’t help.”
“What do you mean?” I rolled onto my side to look at her. I knew she was nearly naked underneath the sheet, and it took restraint not to pull it off and return to her amazing body.
“I