Know Your Heart: A New Zealand - Tracey Alvarez Page 0,47
hips into the juncture of her thighs. The feel of his erection wedged intimately into her stomach stole what remained of her breath but a sliver of sanity returned. A buzz-kill of sanity. She was in bed with a man she’d known less than two weeks, rubbing up to him like a stripper on a pole.
But before she could break the kiss and retreat, Glen pulled back with a grumbly sound deep in his throat.
“Hey.” His ragged breath blew a strand of hair off her flushed cheek. “Are you sure about this getting so serious so fast?”
The erection wedged against her announced he wouldn’t mind getting even more serious in the next few minutes.
She put a little distance between them, squirming her hips backward. His hand dropped away from under her shirt. No body parts touching was the only chance she had of rational thought returning.
“Not as sure as I was a few moments ago.” She wished she could see his expression in the darkness. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be a cock-tease.”
He made a startled choking sound. “Jesus, Sav.”
Now would be a great time for another tree to come down. Preferably one that’d crash through the bedroom window and put her out of her misery.
“You’re not a cock-tease—although, hell, ignore anything dumb I say for the next minute as all the blood’s drained from my head.”
“You did tell me to climb into your bed the next time I snuck into your house.” She couldn’t prevent a note of defensiveness from sharpening her voice. That the smallest perceived rejection from him could sting was not a good sign.
“I did,” he agreed.
“I called your bluff too soon.”
“There’s no bluff, Sav. I want you in my bed. That’s kind of obvious, considering.”
A smile warmed his tone and gentle fingers brushed another strand of hair off her forehead. “But I hadn’t imagined this would be the circumstance.”
With her being a homeless, uninvited houseguest. She stiffened as the bedroom wall gave another shudder. She wasn’t the only houseguest—“With Tom sleeping next door?”
“No, with you still rattled from earlier events.”
“I’m fine.” But her belly performed a series of shaky somersaults at the memory of the storm and the tree crushing her caravan.
“Uh-huh. Okay, Ms. I’m fine, roll over.”
“Um…what?”
Visions of his naked body pressed up against her from behind rolled across her mind in a hot wave. She licked dry lips as the belly somersaults turned into triple twists. Ohhh-kay. Guess she really wasn’t ready for things to get that out of hand.
“I’m not normally a cuddler, but I’ll make an exception. Roll over.”
“You want to cuddle?”
He sighed. “We just had our tongues in each other’s mouths, and you find the idea of cuddling distasteful?”
Actually, the idea of spooning with Glen filled her with a pretty even mix of warm glow and fiery heat. Nothing about being up close and personal with the man was in the realms of distasteful.
“Not distasteful, just unexpected when we’ve, ah, got each other all worked up.”
“You’re truly ready for us to take the next step?”
She burned at the thought of that next step. Safer to keep her mouth shut.
He spoke again. “If I made love to you, right now, while you’re looking for someone to distract you from all the bad shit spinning around in your head, would you still respect me in the morning?”
She snorted, but his words dug deep. Joking aside, would she still respect herself in the morning? No. And somehow, even though he’d only known her for a short time, he’d figured that while she wanted him, what she needed was his presence, was him.
“I want us a hundred percent focused on each other and nothing else before we go any farther.”
A hundred percent of his focus. What would that feel like? She shivered, and without any further complaint, rolled over. Glen moved behind her, sliding his arm under her pillow and draping the other over her waist. He aligned the front of his thighs to the back of hers, his leg hairs giving her another pleasurable shiver, then his hips met her bottom with a light bump—enough so she could feel his arousal, but not in a c’mon, baby, I’ve changed my mind way.
“We’re just talking about sex, right?” she asked.
Glen tucked his fingers under her waist, holding her close. His abs clenched then relaxed. “Of course. Two consenting adults who want to make each other feel good.”
“That’s all it is.”
She counted to twenty before thunder grumbled in the distance, willing the ache between her legs