Perfectly Imperfect(66)

“You’re awfully quiet for a man who had so much to say a few minutes ago,” I purr, the sultry sound of my voice making me want to high five myself. Way to go, Willow.

He pulls his lips in and rolls them together, his expression betraying the control he’s exhibiting. Witnessing what my touch does to him encourages me to continue. The way he pulled me to his body placed my hands against his chest and I use that as leverage to push myself away.

“Willow,” he bites out with a harsh breath, his eyes flashing with what looks like panic. Panic?

I quicken my pace, not only to reassure him, but also because I would be lying if I didn’t admit I’m slightly worried my newfound confidence is going to vanish at any second.

Reaching behind my body, I unhook my bra and pull it from my body. His fingers flex against my hips, his strength almost to a point of pain, but the touch showing me just how close he is to losing his control. He looks down, seeing my naked chest fully for the first time, and his tongue comes out to lick his lips.

There is no way his reaction isn’t honest. Talented actor or not, you can’t fake a body’s response like this.

My hands come back to his fevered tan skin, just above his pecs. I dig my fingers in, massaging up to his neck, and finally lace my fingers through the soft hair just past due for a cut at his nape.

Our eyes communicate our combined need for each other, and with our bare torsos pressed together, I lean up while pushing against his neck and bringing him toward my lips to kiss him with the consuming hunger I feel.

Our moans meet in a powerful rush. His hands move from my hips, inside my undone pants and down around to my ass. His fingers dig in roughly and grab hold as he thrusts his hips against me. It only takes seconds before the sounds of our excitement drown out the wet sounds of our kiss.

“I need to feel you, Willow.” He pulls away from my lips and presses his forehead against mine. “I will never take more than you can give me, but I’m ready to beg if that’s what it takes for you to let me feel the body I crave against mine.”

I feel the unforgiving hardness of each coiled muscle in his body pressing against the softness of my own. He forces my body even closer as he flexes his hips and thrusts against me. For a small second, I’m slightly nervous again, until I see just how tense his desire, for me, is making him. His whole body locked while his eyes plead with me.

“Trust me, God, trust me. Feel how much I want you.”

His hips rock again, the hard bulge of his erection hitting my stomach. My mind wanders, wondering what he feels when all his hard meets my soft. My breasts jiggle as my breathing speeds up. That panic I had been worried about slapping me in the face.

Can I do this? Can I allow myself to be stripped bare not just physically, but emotionally for this man? Let him see me completely? More importantly, do I trust myself and the fragile strength I’ve just gained? Am I ready to really, truly let him all the way in?

He holds his silence, but his hands tense against my butt, and I feel his heart speed up.

It’s as if he’s just as nervous that I’ll say no as I am that I’ll say yes.

His vulnerability meeting my own, and in a rush of clarity, it washes me clean when I see just how much my answer means to him.

Stepping back and dropping my eyes, I hear his sigh when he assumes I’m denying his request. I take one more step away from him before looking back up and locking my eyes with his. His brow, slightly furrowed, questions my movements.

But when I lift my hands and pull my jeans and panties down in one fluid movement, I hear his rushed expletive seconds before my feet are freed and then he’s right there. His hands grab my hips, roughly digging in and lifting me effortlessly up his body. I gasp, my hands coming out and grabbing his shoulders frantic to take the weight of my body from his strain. Only, he isn’t straining because of his hold … I can see it in his eyes that he’s struggling because his control has snapped, and he’s lost in a battle of need.

Need for me.

“Thank Christ,” he growls and crushes his mouth to mine.

I meet the powerful desire the roughness of his touch brings and open my mouth to kiss him deeply. My legs wrap around his hips, and when his erection nestles against my bare sex, my whole body jolts in pleasure.

We’re a mixture of harsh breathing and the dominating want we share for each other. His body moves, and I feel myself lowered until the softness of his bed is at my back. His mouth doesn’t leave mine, but his hands release me from their hold. I feel them come between our bodies and his knuckles brush over my wetness as he starts to remove his pants. I want so badly to pull away so I can witness this, but when he rumbles out a deep moan, I swallow it and press my lips harder against his. We continue to kiss as he kicks off his pants and then his hands are on my hips, lifting my body and shifting me back further onto the bed.