Page 135 of Bones
“Oh gods, Trey,” I moaned, desperate formoreand hot enough to burst into flames.
“Fuck,” he swore as I moved against him, whining with pleasure as he worked in a second, “Bones.” He said my name like a low groan of desire.
I wanted to hear my name on his lips like that forever. No, I wanted to hear myrealname?—
The heat built to something almost unbearable. “Trey,” I gasped, my fingernails digging into his shoulder, “please.” I didn’t even know what I asked for, just that I needed more of him, all of him.
“Let go, darlin’,” he said, low and husky. “I got you.”
His fingers curled inside me and I swore to the gods I saw stars. My muscles clenched, my legs shook, and the pleasure that rushed through me felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I babbled his name, clutching his shirt in both fists. When the wave of pleasure faded, I felt like a rag that'd been wrung out, boneless. He withdrew his hands, and I looked up at him as I caught my breath to see him grinning.
“Your eyes were glowing,” he said smugly.
I stared at him, certain I’d heard him wrong. “Glowing?” I asked.
“Glowing,” he repeated. “They looked like liquid gold.”
I stared at him, my mouth slightly open in astonishment. That had never happened before, but I'd certainlyfeltlike liquid gold. His grin widened at my expression.
“Well that’s new,” I said.
He looked so pleased with himself that I started giggling, still reeling from the heady pleasure that had coursed through me. Pure delight lit up his eyes.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of hearin’ you laugh.” He met my gaze and his eyes grew dark with desire again. “Or hearin’ you say my name like that when I’m touchin’ you.”
I had to force myself to breathe evenly. His smug smile reappeared as if he knew exactly how his words affected me and he ducked his head to kiss me.
“Consider that a warmup for later,” he murmured against my lips.
“Isn’t it my turn now?” I raised my eyebrows and he laughed.
“Now it’s time to sleep. You’ll have to wait.”
I glared at him, but uncertainty slid through me. “You don’t feel…frustrated?”
His smug expression melted into his sweet smile. "No, darlin'." He pressed his lips to my forehead. "That was all for you."
I curled into him, my head on his shoulder as he pulled me close. I’d never met anyone like Trey. I still didn’t understand why he loved me, but gods, Iknewit.
Tell him.
I wasn’t sure if that soft voice in my head meant my real name or that I loved him too, but either way, I pressed my lips together and tried not to feel like a damn coward. I just needed a little more time.
* * *
“Bones, darlin’, wake up. You’re just dreamin’.”
My eyes jerked open with a gasp. I was sitting straight up, half out of the bedroll, terror tensing every muscle in my body. Trey sat next to me, not touching me, but speaking in a low gentle voice. Night had fallen. I focused on him in the light of the campfire, trying to calm the raging panic in my chest.
“Sorry,” I got out between gulping gasps of air.
“S’ ok,” Trey murmured, “can I touch you?”
I nodded, confused. He caught my hand, squeezing it tight, and tugged me a little closer. I shivered, but not just from the cold.
“I tried to touch you earlier and you panicked,” he explained. “You were talkin’ about a wolf.”
I stiffened in fear, and his eyes narrowed on my face. For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
