Trust in Me(125)

            I leaned back, brushing our lips together. “Well, when you say it like that, I think I get what you mean.”

            “Finally,” she groaned.

            I laughed again and then nipped at her chin. Her body jerked when I cupped her between the thighs. “Like this?”

            “Yes.”

            As I kissed the center of her throat, I slipped a finger into her wetness. “And this?” My voice was gruff, heavy.

            Her back arched. “Uh-huh.”

            Wrapping an arm around her so she didn’t tumble backward, I pressed down on her clit. Her body tensed in the most amazing way. “What about this?”

            Her hips tipped forward. “Oh, yeah. Definitely that.”

            “Definitely that?” I pumped my finger in and out of her slowly.

            Avery moaned, and I could listen to a chorus of them all day, but then she reached between us and unraveled the knot. The towel slipped away from her, fluttering to the floor.

            My hand stilled.

            My heart jumped.

            My cock hardened and throbbed.

            Rosy breasts thrust up, cheeks flushed, and legs spread wide over mine. . . . Dammit, she was . . . she was stunning.

            I ran my other hand over her breast, fixated when the tip puckered. “Fuck, Avery . . .”

            She placed her hand over mine. “Don’t stop.”

            “I wasn’t planning on it.”

            “Not what I meant.” Reaching with her other hand, she found the zipper on my jeans. “I want you, Cam.”

            “You have me.” I moved to her other breast. “You so fucking have me.”

            Avery smiled as she wrapped her hand around my wrist, pulling my hand away from her heat. “I really want you.” She unzipped my pants, her fingers brushing me, and I shuddered. “Don’t you want me?”

            “More than you know.” I groaned as she palmed me. “Avery . . .”

            Her hand disappeared, and I didn’t know if I should be grateful or if I should start cussing. But then she tugged my shirt up, over my head. “I want this, Cam.”

            When her words sunk in through the red haze fogging my thoughts, I inhaled deeply. “Are you sure, Avery? Because if you’re not, we don’t have—”

            She kissed me, sliding her hands down my chest. “I’m sure.”

            I froze, hands on her hips, and then rolled her onto her back. Over her, I caught her lips, kissing her with everything that I had in me. Maybe another guy would’ve asked her again or done something else, but those two words. I’m sure. They broke the tiny hold I had on my self-control.

            Breaking the kiss, I stood and all but ripped off my jeans. When her gaze dropped and eyes widened, I couldn’t help but smile.

            Avery looked almost untouchable as she lay there, staring up at me with those beautiful brown eyes. “I could stare at you for a lifetime. It would never grow old.”

            “Even when I’m old?”

            “Even then.”

            Unable to wait any longer, I came to her. I wanted this moment to be perfect for her. I wanted everything to be beautiful and I wanted her to feel how much I loved her.

            So I started at those tiny toes, working my way up her legs and over her soft stomach with kisses. I took my time, sucking and nipping until the peaks of her breasts were tight and she was panting. Every part of me felt hard, heavy, and swollen, but I wanted her ready, even if raw, intense desire rode me to drive deep inside of her.