Page 46 of Trust Me
She ends her call and drops the phone down in her purse. “That was Holly. She wanted to confirm our shopping trip on Sunday.”
“I figured. What time are you girls heading out?”
“Eleven. We’re gonna grab lunch before we hit a few stores.”
I grab a hold of her hand again, stroking the softness on the top of her hand. I continue to watch the road as I flip it over and gently continueto stroke her palm. When I hear her sigh, I bring her palm to my lips, first kissing it several times, and then running my tongue along the lines of her palm. I glance over at her when I hear her gasp; her eyes go wide and dark. I can tell that the touch of my tongue on her hand has turned her on. I focus my attention back on the road as I link our fingers back together and set her hand on my leg.
Once we’re back in her driveway, I look over at her sitting in the passenger seat of my truck. She smiles and then leans in for a kiss. Her lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day long.
“Are you coming inside?” she asks against my lips.
“Hell yeah, I’m coming inside. Let me carry Bean.” I slide out of the truck and walk around to open her door. Once Avery is out, I carefully unbuckle Brooklyn from her seat and move her as best I can without waking her up. Her limp, sleeping body is curled against me, her warm breath against my neck.
Avery gets Brooklyn in her pajamas and into bed while I go to the kitchen to grab us a drink. She has a few beers in there, so I grab one and open it. I’m not sure if she’s going to drink tonight or not. I’ve noticed she doesn’t drink much at all when she has Brooklyn to think about.
Avery comes in as I swallow a long drag of my beer. She reaches up and grabs the bottle from my hand. Our eyes connect as she places my beer up to her lips, taking a long, slow drink. Watching her drink my beer is hot. Damn hot.
I see a little wetness glisten on her lower lip when she removes the bottle so I bend down and run my tongue along her lip, licking up the beer and savoring the taste. It’s a heady mix of beer and Avery. Two of my favorite things.
I set the beer bottle down on the table and take her head in my hands. I love diving my hands into her soft hair, holding her in place while I devour her mouth with my lips, my tongue. I start walking her backward, out of the kitchen and down the hallway toward her room. When we cross the threshold of her bedroom, I shut the door as quietly as possible to not wake Brooklyn up.
My hands are everywhere. They roam from her hair to her shirt, cupping her breasts through the material. She presses them farther into my hands and rubs her lower body against mine. My hard-on is almost painful as she grinds up against it, throbbing for release, but I want to go slow and savor this moment with her. We’ve turned a corner here lately. I don’t know what it means exactly, but I know that there’s something so very different about her. I want her. I need herin my life with an urgency I’ve never felt or expected to feel.
I walk Avery back to her bed and slowly lower her to the mattress. I need to slow this down or it’ll be over before I want it to be. I lift her shirt over her head and take in the beautiful sight before me. The red lace bra, the quick rise and fall of her chest, the panting of her breath, and the silkiness of her golden skin.
I lift her hands above her head with one of my hands. “Keep them here,” I tell her.
She doesn’t question it, just holds her hands above her head. She’s perfect. And the realization hits me right now. I love her. I’m so fucking in love with her I can’t think straight. My mind goes completely haywire and I want to grab her and kiss her, and maybe run away all at the same time.
I need to get back to the task at hand, so I slowly remove her shoes, pants, and socks. She’s left in a matching red lace bra and underwear set. She’s so unbelievably sexy. I run my tongue over her torso, licking around the mounds barely contained by the red lace. Her nipples are peaked and I can’t help but suck on and tease them through the material. She moans and shivers under me.
“Don’t move,” I say. I focus on the red panties now, pulling them down her long legs. She’s laid out before me like a feast, and I am a very hungry man. I kiss and lick each of her thighs, teasing her to the point where she’s begging. I want to tease her a little more before I give her what she wants. What I want. The slow sweep of my tongue over her pulsing nub is almost too much for her. She’s breathing heavily and wiggling against my face. I bury my tongue deep inside her, fast and hard. She’s rocking onto my tongue, taking everything I can give her. I use my thumb to apply pressure to her clit and before too long, she shatters into a million pieces. I continue the assault with my tongue until I’m sure she’s coming down from the clouds, panting and shaking.
When I look up at her, face beautifully shining from the aftermath of her orgasm, I notice her hands are still placed over her head. I grab them with one hand and bring them down between us, removing her bra in the process. “Good girl,” I tell her before I devour her with another hot kiss. “I love the taste of you mixing on our lips.”
She smiles against my lips. “Me too.”
I remove all of my clothes and grab a condom from my pocket. When I sheathe myself with the condom and position myself above her, Ilook down into her eyes.
“I want your eyes on mine the whole time. Don’t close your eyes.”
“Okay,” she says breathlessly.
And with that, I slide home. Because that’s what Avery is. My home. Body, mind, and soul, she is my home. The only place I want to be. I watch the passion play out on her face, in her eyes. It takes everything I have not to say the words that are on the tip of my tongue. I slowly rock into her, wanting to draw this moment out as long as I can. Avery wraps her legs around my waist, digging her feet into my ass.
I start to move a little more urgently, Avery eagerly meeting me thrust for thrust. I can tell she’s close again. Hell, I’m close, and there’s no slowing this down now. I pound into her with the intensity of a man heading toward the finish line. I feel her tighten around me, her internal walls gripping me so tightly that I almost lose it right there. Then she starts to moan, my name the only word coming from her lips, and I’m gone. I stare into her eyes as I pump into her a few more times before losing myself to my own release.
I lower myself onto her body, both of us sweaty and beyond satisfied. I lay my forehead against hers, and gently kiss her lips. The urgencyin the kiss is gone, leaving in its wake a sweet, sensual, gentle kiss.
Rolling to my side, I take Avery with me. She’s curled up half on top of me, half on the bed. We are both still breathing heavily, not able to speak. There are no words to even explain what I just felt anyway. I believe Avery felt it too as I feel her reach up and take my hand in hers, linking our fingers together. She lets out a sigh of contentment. I lie here with her, listening as her breathing slowly evens out as she drifts off to sleep.
I disentangle my body from Avery’s once I know she’s asleep. I throw on my T-shirt and boxers and head into the bathroom to throw out the condom. It’s almost midnight and I want, more than anything, to crawl back into bed with Avery and stay until the morning.
I walk over to Brooklyn’s room and peek in through the crack in the door. She’s snuggled up with the stuffed monkey she won tonight, blond hair fanned out over her pillow. Her face has a peaceful, calm look to it. Her mouth is slightly open as she sleeps. I walk in and kneel at her bed. I lean down and kiss her cheek, pushing back the hair off her forehead.
“I love you, Brooklyn,” I whisper. I watch her sleep for a few more minutes and head backout the way I came.
When I get to Avery’s room, I decide to head out now instead of in the early morning. My truck is in her driveway and curious minds in this town will start asking questions and talking. When I’m completely dressed, I bend down and kiss Avery’s lips. She startles a little but doesn’t wake up. As I gaze down at her sleeping form, I realize I want nothing more than to strip down and climb back in bed with her. I don’t want to go back to my cold, empty house alone. Alone. That’s what I am when I’m not here with her.
