Page 104 of I'm Your Guy
I laugh. “Sorry. There’s nothing funny about dreading sex.”
He shrugs. “Apparently I’m over it.”
“So then what are you waiting for?” I lift a hand and brush my knuckles through his beard.
Our gazes lock, and his is hungry. But he doesn’t kiss me, and my heart drops when he climbs off the bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
He stops in the doorway and turns around. “Come here.”
Um, okay? I slide off the bed and join him in the doorway.
He hooks a finger into my waistband and tows me into the kitchen. Now we’re getting somewhere. “Listen, Montana, I can’t strip you down in that room.”
I glance back at the perfectly good bed behind me. “Why not? Is it because you bought that bed for your mom?”
“Nah.” He runs a thick finger down my nose. “But when I invited you to stay here, it wasn’t an exchange for sexual favors. You taught me what it means to have a refuge, and I wanted to give you a refuge from your troubles. So that room is off limits.”
I blink. “Wow. That’s really considerate. But not for one second did I imagine you were taking advantage of me.”
“Fine. But that’s still my rule. Besides, I have other plans for you.” His dark gaze sweeps my body from head to toe.
“You do?”
He does. A moment later my back hits the refrigerator, and my wrists are pinned above my head again. I blink up at him, my body warming.
“I still dream about you right here,” he says quietly.
“Oh,” is my witty response. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s kissing me.
And wow. It’s just as good this time. Urgent kisses, and the tickle of his beard. Just when I’m sure it can’t get any better, he slides one of his oak-like thighs between my legs. I’m pinned in place and loving every minute of it.
He kisses me again, and his free hand strokes my chest. Time starts to lose all meaning. I ride this wave of lust wherever it’s going to take me.
But then he groans and breaks the kiss. This time he doesn’t jump back like he’s been electrocuted. He presses his forehead against mine and asks a crucial question. “Carter, do you think we should take this upstairs?”
“You know I want to.”
“I can’t promise you I won’t screw up again,” he says. “Still kind of a mess, here.”
“You’re not so bad. Let go of my wrists, though.”
He drops them immediately.
I take hold of his face, stroking my fingers down his beard. “The thing is, I understand your issues, just like you seem to understand mine. My eyes are wide open.”
His gaze dips down my body, and then he sighs. “Mine are wide open, too, which is why I need to get you naked.”
“So go upstairs already.”
He gives me a dark look. Then he steps back, turns on his heel, and heads for the living room.
For a second, I’m distracted by the sight of his muscular ass in those suit pants. Athletes, wow, my brain offers up. I bet he has to have those trousers specially made. But then I realize time is wasting, so I hurry after him.
In the living room, Tommaso picks up his suit jacket and his gym bag. He gives me a hungry, glare as I pass him.
I like the weight of his gaze as I climb the stairs. So I stop halfway up and peel off my shirt.
