“If I scare you, then you care. I’m the same Lee, just older and smarter. You love me, eventually your wall will come down and you’ll admit it to yourself and then you’ll admit it to me.”
Jeez, he was so cocky.
His hands started moving on me and he began to nuzzle my neck again.
Apparently our little drama was over.
“I don’t think I’m done being pissed at you,” I told him.
“That’s okay,” he said against my ear, “I can still make love to you when you’re angry.”
Unbelievably cocky.
“I don’t think so,” I said.
His hand went between my legs, his fingers executing a delicious little swirl that was just enough pressure to get my attention but light enough to make me want more.
Bastard.
I opened my legs a bit, I couldn’t help it.
He kissed me as reward.
“I promised to show you who I was, which mostly you know, today you’ll learn more,” he said when he was nuzzling my neck again. I was kind of listening but his fingers were exerting more pressure and doing some more swirl action so I was finding it hard. “And I promised to tell you what I wanted and give you time to decide.”
Oh no, this wasn’t fair.
I’d opened my legs further and the swirling was getting serious. I was running my hands up his back and had my face shoved in his neck. There was no way I could process important discussion.
“Can we…” I panted, “talk about this later?”
I thought he agreed, he slid between my legs and entered me.
Nice, very, very nice.
He started to move.
“I want you in my house, in my bed. I want you to move in by the weekend.”
My eyes were closed but they flew open and I saw he was looking at me.
I still wanted to take our relationship slow, he was talking hyper-drive.
I could not deal with this, not now. He hadn’t stopped moving and he felt good inside me.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, sliding a hand in his hair.
“Lee…”
I didn’t intend to say anything else, just shut him up so I could concentrate.
“Jesus,” he buried his face in my neck, “there’s nothin’ better in the world than hearin’ you say my name when I’m inside you.” He slid in deep, filling me. “I’ve been waitin’ years to be right here.”
Holy crap.
His mouth was at my ear.
“I could be on assignment, in a desert as hot as an oven, in a jungle as close as f**k and sometimes I’d get through it dreamin’ of you sayin’ my name like that.”