Page 83 of Trust Again

Chapter 28

We were a tangle of arms and legs. He had one arm wrapped around me, his hand lying on the strip of skin where my shirt had slipped up. His other arm was stretched out under my head. I inched my hand along his arm until I reached his long, slender fingers. I stroked his wrist and followed the lines on his palm. That’s what woke him up. I felt the tension change in his body.

“I slept well,” I murmured.

“My bed is terrific, isn’t it?” His voice sounded scratchy and sleepy.

I turned on my back and faced him. He looked tired and disheveled, but the pain was gone from his eyes. He stroked his fingers lightly over the bit of bare skin on my stomach. I caught my breath.

He bent over and briefly murmured, “Thanks,” then placed his lips on mine.

This kiss was different. It felt like more than just “thanks.” Unspoken in the kiss was the bond that had been created between us the previous night—actually, over the past few months. I opened my lips for him and when his tongue met mine, something inside me that I thought I’d lost began to bloom.

Very slowly he pushed the hem of my shirt higher. He stroked the undersides of my breasts with his thumbs, and I gasped. Then he ran one hand along my ribs to my waist, reaching the edge of my panties. He let his hand wander farther south, down to my legs. But when he started to stroke my inner thigh, I reflexively clasped his hand.

“Don’t.”

Spencer rolled on top of me. He lifted strands of my hair off my forehead and looked at me searchingly. I felt naked. As if he could see inside me.

“You’re perfect, Dawn.” He kissed me gently. “You don’t need to hide from me.” He brushed his lips on my cheek. “I told you my story. It’s your turn.”

My heart was pounding wildly. It felt like I was standing on the edge of an abyss. Boom. Boom. Boom.

“Please don’t break me,” I whispered.

He pressed his forehead against mine.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

With my hands around his neck, I drew him close. Spencer made a guttural sound that drowned in our kiss. I pressed myself closer, to feel even more of his warmth. What I really wanted was to take him in, hold him and give him everything. He deserved so much, and I tried to show him with my body. With every gesture, every touch.

My hands slid under his shirt and stroked along his spine. Slowly I pulled the shirt over his head. Mine followed a little later, and then his skin was hot against mine.

I threw a leg over him to pull him closer. He was hard and hot through the material of his boxers, and he moved a little lower so he could rub against me just where I needed it most. Spencer was panting and his warm breath grazed my throat. My lips traveled over his chest and left a trail of kisses up to his neck. Spencer rolled to his side and pulled me with him, with my leg still wrapped around him. A low growl reverberated deep within his breast. That sound drove me crazy. Especially when his chest was against mine and I could feel the vibration moving through me.

He shoved his hand into my panties from behind and clutched my bottom. I had no idea how he did it, but his dominance mixed with his tenderness was intoxicating. He pulled my panties down and I kicked them off the bed. Then he stroked along the inside of my thigh and looked at me. His fingers left trails of tingling sensation on my skin. He kept sliding up over the row of scars on my inner thigh, but nothing changed in his expression. He looked exactly like before. He didn’t stop, or linger too long on the spot. He treated it like part of my body. Part of me.

He mercilessly worked his way up with his hand until it landed between my legs. His eyes locked on mine, he sunk two fingers into my wetness. His unyielding eye contact was a challenge I wanted to meet. A spark flared in his eyes and he entered me again with his fingers. Slowly. Deliberately. As if trying to leave his mark on and in me. But he’d done that already.

He pulled his fingers back a bit and then pushed them in again. He built up a punishing rhythm and watched my every reaction. Every whimper, every gasp told him how much he drove me mad. When he touched a particularly sensitive spot in me and my muscles contracted around him, he groaned deeply. I arched my back and pressed into his touch. A tremor ran through my body.

“Let go, Dawn,” he whispered.

A firm touch with his thumb at my most sensitive point, another thrust with his slightly curved fingers, and I broke apart in his arms. I probably moaned his name. Maybe even shouted it.

He held tight to my thigh, which was still wrapped around his hip. His thumb continued with its relentless circles and my body trembled long and hard. And even though I had just come, it wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted him. I needed him.

Everything in me felt like it was made of fire. I reached down and pushed the offending material off his hips. Off with you! Go far away! To the other end of the world!

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured into my mouth and pressed his naked body against mine.

“Condom,” I said.

“Good idea.”

It was great, the way it was between us. That we could lose ourselves completely in passion, but still be ourselves. Crazy, playful, and at the same time, on fire.

Moments later he was spreading my legs apart with his knees. He lowered himself onto me; his weight pressed me into the mattress and there was nowhere else I’d rather be. Under him, encircled by his strong arms, his sparkling eyes above me, locked onto mine.

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