Forever With Me(38)
“How do you feel?”
“Frustrated. Concerned. Baffled. To start.”
She nods slowly and walks past me to the kitchen, pours us each a glass of Merlot, then passes one to me.
“This isn’t one of mine,” I comment wryly and take a sip.
“No, but it’s nice.” She walks out of the kitchen toward the living room and I can smell her citrusy shampoo as she passes by.
“Hmm.” The wine is nice, and I have a feeling she needs it to bolster her courage.
“Have a seat,” she says, motioning to the couch, and I have to take a breath to rein in my temper. This morning, she was writhing beneath me and now she’s speaking to me like I’m a business associate.
So, I sit right next to her and brace my arm on the back of the couch behind her head and pull the pins out of her hair, letting it spill into my fingers.
“That took me a while to put up,” she says.
“I like it down.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“Talk to me, cara.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Fuck this.” I take her glass and set them both on the coffee table, then cradle her face in my hands and kiss the hell out of her. She gasps and grips my shirt in her fists at my sides and holds on tight as I take the kiss from hot and hard to soft and lazy and back again, before pulling away and staring into her eyes. They’ve gone soft and glassy, making me feel satisfied. “That’s better.”
“You’re good at that,” she whispers with a sigh.
“As are you. I don’t want you to pull away from me, tesoro. Not now. Not after last night.”
She tries to look down, but I catch her chin with my thumb and finger and keep her gaze locked on mine. “If you get scared, or nervous, or have doubts, you run to me, not from me, do you understand?”
“This is so far outside my comfort zone, I don’t know what to do.”
“I think that’s the most honest thing you’ve ever said to me,” I murmur and kiss her forehead. “I’m not letting you slip through my fingers, Alecia. I’m not going anywhere, today or any other day. But I can’t understand if you don’t talk to me.”
She shakes her head and closes her eyes, but not before I see the pain there, and my own heart cracks for her.
“Being naked with you is easy compared to talking to you about my past.”
“I love it when you’re naked with me,” I murmur with a smile. She opens her eyes and grins back at me. “But I need you to talk to me. Let’s start with what we were talking about the other night. I believe you said something about not believing in happily ever after.” She squirms and finally pushes me away, and then stands.
And just when I think she’s going to throw me out of her apartment, she surprises me with, “Let’s take a bath.”
Chapter Ten
She doesn’t stop to see if I’m following her as she walks purposefully into the bathroom, wine in hand, and turns on the taps of the garden tub.
“Nice bathroom,” I comment calmly as I lean a shoulder against the doorjamb, watching her as she bustles about, keeping her hands busy pinning her hair back on her head and setting out towels.
“It sold me on the place,” she replies with a grin. “I haven’t used the tub yet. No time.”
She kicks out of her sexy black heels and begins stripping off her clothes as the tub fills and the room heats up, and I can only stand here and watch her. She’s not trying to tease me, she’s not trying to be enticing.
And yet I want to rush to her, strip her bare and fuck her against the bathroom vanity more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
Except to hear what she has to say. She won’t make eye contact, and I let her take her time to get comfortable. She pours something into the water that makes the room smell like jasmine. Turning her back from me, and this will be the last fucking time she ever does that, she strips bare and sinks down into the water.
“Are you just going to stand there and look at me?” she asks testily.
“Was that an invitation?”
She exhales deeply and closes her eyes, then offers me a shy smile. “I’m sorry. Yes, please join me.”
I push away from the doorway and unbutton my shirt, slip it off my shoulders and hang it on the hook behind the door. I don’t take my eyes off of her as I undress, and can’t help the smile that comes as her eyes follow my hands, gliding down my body. She licks her bottom lip as her eyes widen and her breathing picks up. I walk toward her, but rather than sit behind her, I sink into the water opposite her, pick her foot up and begin to dig my thumb into the sole, earning a low moan from her sweet lips.