Romancing My Love(16)

“I just want to feel you, to look at you.” To pay homage to your incredible body.

“Three years is a long time,” she whispered. “I feel like I can’t breathe I’m so nervous.”

Her honesty touched him, and he gave it right back to her. “I’m nervous, too. We don’t have to go all the way.” What was he saying? He was not the type of man who delayed gratification, but for Rebecca, he would. Hell, he was hard as a rock, ready to take her to places she’d never experienced before, but one look in her trusting eyes and he was struck right in the center of his chest. Trust. That’s what had been missing before.

She didn’t respond when he said they didn’t have to go all the way, and she clung to his bare back like she was afraid he might disappear.

“Do you trust me, Rebecca?” He slid his hand down her thigh, stifling the desire to follow it with his mouth.

“I don’t trust easily, but I do trust you.”

Everything he’d been feeling came rushing forward with her admission. He kissed her again as she clung to him, her hands traveling up and down the muscles of his back, drawing out his need for her with every arch of her hips. He repressed the urge to move faster and kissed the corner of her lips.

“I love your lips.” He kissed the ridge of her jaw. “And your neck.” He kissed his way down between her full, mountainous breasts, pushed them together, and took both nipples into his mouth.

“Pierce, oh God, that feels good.”

He laved them with his tongue, moving lower, gripping her rib cage and holding her tight. He wanted her to feel safe, in control. For her, he’d give her the control she so desperately needed.

“Tell me what you want, Becca. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

“Kiss me,” she said in one long breath.

As he lowered his lips to hers, she whispered, “Not my lips.”

Holy fuck, there was no misconstruing that command. Pierce felt her breathing quicken as he kissed each of her ribs, caressing her hips as he moved lower, kissing, licking, tasting his way to those beautiful full curves. He ran his finger beneath the lacy thread of her thong and drew it down to her thigh on one side, then licked a path from the crease of her thigh back up that luscious hip.

“More,” she pleaded.

He moved the other side of her thong down, revealing a soft tuft of curls. He forced himself to go slowly, licking the same path up the other crease of her hip, then kissed his way down to her thighs.

“Rebecca,” he whispered. This was no endgame. This was totally new to him, totally different. His touch was softer, his words were honest, and everything he did was pulled directly from his heart.

“Touch me,” she directed. “Pierce, I trust you. Touch me.”

He drew off her panties and tossed them to the floor, leaving her naked, vulnerable, open. So very open. And he knew how hard that must be for her, so he loved her with the care that she deserved. He kissed around her damp curls, leaving her most intimate areas untouched. He licked the crease beside her sex, up one side, down the other, then took that sensitive skin in his teeth, drawing a gasp of need from Rebecca. She fisted her hands in his hair, causing him to throb with need.

She pushed his shoulders, urging him for more.

With a feathery touch, he dipped a fingertip into her wetness and felt her shudder beneath him again. He stroked her lightly as she rocked her hips.

“Please, Pierce,” she begged.

He placed his thumbs on either side of her sex, holding her tight with his large hands as she trembled, wanting, arching for more. Her scent was intoxicating. He stroked her with his thumbs, painfully slowly, until she was drenched and eager, and then he dragged his tongue along her overly sensitive folds. She tasted so goddamn sweet, he had to go back for more.

“Oh…God.”

She writhed against his mouth, spreading her legs further, opening up to him as he slid his fingers into her velvety center and drawing his tongue to the bundle of nerves that was swollen with need. He stroked and licked, sucked and nipped, as she gasped one breath after another.

“Oh God…Oh…God.” She panted. “It’s been…so long. I must have been—Oh God—waiting for you. You’re so worth the wait.”

She flexed her thighs, and he knew she was on the edge. He quickened his pace, driving his fingers deeper, flicking her clit with his tongue until her whole body tensed. She bucked against him, squeezing his fingers tight, in pulse after magnificent pulse. She clawed at his shoulders, and when he lifted his head, she pushed it back for more. Damn, she was amazing, and Pierce was more than happy to comply. He took her right back up to the edge and quickly learned the secrets of bringing her the ecstasy she craved. Her entire body shuddered and shook with one intense orgasm after another, and as the last of them released her from its grasp, she reached for him with a trembling arm, breathing heavily, eyes closed, and a gratified smile on her lips.

“Lie with me.” She rolled onto her side, and he moved into the space behind her and spooned his body around hers.

Rebecca snuggled in against him, her bare back against his chest. A contented sigh slipped from her lips. Pierce closed his eyes, listening to the cadence of her breathing as she eased into sleep. He wasn’t thinking about his ache to be inside her, or the fact that he was still hard. It was the feelings she stirred within him that had him moving carefully, so as not to wake her as he covered her with the throw blanket from the back of the couch. He closed his eyes, and for the first time in ages, he fell asleep beside a woman whom he wanted to wake up next to.





Chapter Seven


REBECCA WAS DRIFTING in the clouds. Everything felt sumptuous and sensual. The air smelled warm and familiar, and as she lay in the hazy state of not quite awake and not quite asleep, the discomfort she’d felt the last few mornings when she’d awoken in her car was missing. She reached for her blanket, unwilling to open her eyes and face the reality of the cold parking garage.

Coffee.

She smelled coffee, not grease and gasoline and cool concrete.

She rubbed her fingers along the silky material of the blanket that wasn’t her cotton comforter.

Oh. Shit.

She clenched her eyes shut as the night came back in full color—and sound. Oh God! Sound! She reached beneath the blanket. Naked. Oh. My. God.

She had to open her eyes. She did. She knew she did, but just for a minute she wanted to remember what it felt like to be in Pierce’s arms, on his lap, to have his—Oh God—mouth, fingers, tongue, inside her. Something deep inside her tightened and heated, pleading for more of him. She felt herself smile, then remembered she was naked and on his couch. She opened one eye and surveyed the living room. She sensed him before her eyes met his. How could she not have felt him?

Pierce sat at the end of the couch, his legs tucked behind her, with a thick file on his lap and a pen in his hand.

“Morning, beautiful.” He was wearing the same dress pants from last night, shirtless, with all those planes of glorious muscle making her want him all over again.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” She sat up and drew the blanket around her.

“Why are you sorry? I loved waking up with you in my arms.”

She clutched the blanket against her. “I’m naked as a jaybird and you’re…”

He looked down at his trousers. “Not?”

“Not.”

“Well, I can always fix that.” He wiggled his eyebrows and flashed an easy, sexy grin.

She splayed her hand over her face. “I left you high and dry.” She peeked at him through her fingers. “That was rude. I’m so sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” He set his file down and scooped her into his lap.

“Hey.” She pushed away halfheartedly. The truth was, she remembered every single touch, every kiss, every blessed orgasm, and he was right; she craved more.

“You weren’t kidding about control, little missy.”

She didn’t say a word. What could she say? Yeah, I like to be in control? I know, and guys usually hate it? Thanks for playing along?

He pressed his lips to hers. “It’s okay. I liked it.”

His breath was minty fresh, and she realized hers must be horrible morning-after breath. She clamped her mouth shut.

He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I wouldn’t kiss you if I minded morning breath.”

He sealed his lips to her again, and her mind drifted again into some faraway place that felt wonderful and safe. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and oh yeah, this was what she remembered. Kissing Pierce was like being consumed by tenderness in one breath, and in the next, being taken and ravished. She felt the blanket fall from her shoulders, felt her nipples harden as they grazed his chest.

No, no, no. She had to gain control. Oh, but he felt so good. Just one hug; that’s all she wanted. She deepened the kiss and pressed her chest to his. The skin-to-skin contact excited her even more. When their lips finally parted, her eyes were at half-mast, her breathing shallow, and her mind—forget her mind. It was lost.

Pierce gently gathered the blanket around her and handed her the edges.

“Come on, before I end up buried deep inside you and we spend the whole day in bed.”

Holy smokes. Yes. Please.