Page 134 of Bones
“Or your eyes.”
I couldn't resist the giddy smile that crossed my face, so I leaned forward and buried my face in his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me, resting gently on my sore back. I took a deep breath. No wonder I'd grown attached to that quilt. It smelled so much like Trey and Trey?—
I took a shaky breath, the realization hitting me. “You smell like home.”
“The lavender soap?”
“No,” I whispered, “just you.” That’s why I loved his scent so much. My eyes prickled. I wondered how long I’d been making that association without realizing it.
His arms tightened around me and he pressed a kiss to my temple. His voice came out rough with emotion when he spoke, “I’ll be your home as long as you need.”
We stayed that way for a while, wrapped up together and listening to the sounds of the forest. After a few minutes, he shifted.
“Let’s take off our boots so we can get these rocks in there to dry ’em out.”
I reluctantly left his lap, unlacing my shoes and pulling my wet woolen socks off as he did the same. My feet were bright red with cold and I winced, trying to rub some warmth back into them. Trey maneuvered the warm rocks into our socks with sticks as I held them open. Steam rose from the socks as he held them up.
“Now we put these in our boots. You got a spare pair of socks?”
I dug around in my bag, searching for the pair I’d grabbed, pulling things out as I searched. When I held them up, he was staring at me with a soft knowing smile.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“I thought for sure you’d take my quilt and stuff it down the outhouse hole or something.”
I looked down at the quilt I’d pulled out of my pack and then back up at him. “Raven gave it to me.”
“Yeah, I asked her to. You were shivering with that shitty blanket you had so I gave you my winter one.” His eyes were so beautiful in the firelight. “My mom made that quilt.”
My fingers trailed over the soft surface of the blanket, emotion overwhelming me that he trusted me with something so precious. "It's beautiful," I whispered. "I loved it because it smelled like you." My cheeks warmed again with the realization that he had indeed beenhomefor a while. "I guess that makes sense now."
He beamed at me, brighter than the sun.
* * *
After we got everything ready in our little camp for us to sleep, we curled up together in the middle of the bedroll, adding the quilt on top before Trey rolled the sides back up around us. I took a deep breath, loving that his scent surrounded me now. We’d both taken off our jackets, comfortably warm in our little shelter with our legs entwined and arms wrapped around each other. Trey had piled the wood where he could reach it to throw more on the fire when it began to die down. It felt a little strange to be trying to sleep in the middle of the day, but I wasn’t about to complain.
He kissed my forehead and I tilted my head up so he could capture my lips again. He kissed me like he wanted to savor the taste of me. I wasn't sure when I began to move against him, when his arms tightened around me, or when our kisses turned greedy and wanting, but the warmth that spread through me seemed to settle between my legs. I wantedmore,and I’d never felt this way before. Being intimate with Vulture had been pleasurable enough, but calculated. Being intimate with Zip had sometimes been pleasurable, but more felt like a task that I had to get through. Being intimate with Trey felt…intimate.
“I know I said I wanted to wait,” he said roughly, “but gods, I want to touch you.”
“Yes,” I breathed, “please.”
He chuckled a low sound that made me want to shiver. "Where do you want me to touch you, Bones?"
"Everywhere," I murmured, but my fingers glided over the top of his to pull his hand down toward the front of my pants.
He groaned what might have been a curse, and when I released him, his hand slid slowly down the front of my pants. His fingers were cold, but they blazed a trail of heat across my skin. At the first touch of his fingers between my legs, I whimpered out loud and he froze again.
“Is that—” he started to say, concerned.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
I tilted my head up to look at him and the heat that sparked in those warm brown eyes made me feel like I was on fire. His lips curled into a crooked smile as he began to move his fingers again, stroking and circling, picking up speed. I arched toward him, my breath catching as the pleasure increased. I tried to slide a hand down between us, desperate to feel the hard length of him pressing against my thigh, but he caught my wrist with his free hand.
“It’smyturn.” His teeth flashed in a lazy grin and his thumb pressed down exactly where I wanted it, making me jolt with a gasp of pleasure.
I needed to dosomethingwith my hands, so I slid my arms up around his neck and pulled his head down to kiss him. His free hand slid up my shirt, across my stomach to my breasts as he slipped a finger inside of me.
