Page 145 of Bones
I rolled onto my side, watching him undress further and blatantly admiring him as more of his lean muscled body came into view, and as he dropped his pants, I couldseehow much he wanted me.
“Have I ever told you,” I asked in a conversational tone, “that you are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen?”
He prowled back toward the bed, and the heat in his gaze almost made me shiver.
“I never had a chance in hell tryin’ to push you away. Especially when you look at me like that.”
He grinned as he reached the bed, but he didn’t join me. Instead he gently but firmly grasped my ankles and tugged hard enough that I tipped onto my back and slid across the bed with a gasp.
“Have I ever told you,” he asked in a matching casual tone as he sank to his knees at the side of the bed, pulling my legs over his shoulders. “That I have dreams about doing this.” He shifted forward, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, and I shuddered. “And when I wake up,” His lips ghosted across my opposite leg. “I can’t remember your taste.” His teeth scraped the skin of my inner thigh and a cry escaped my lips. “Just that I couldn’t get enough.” Another kiss and I whined with frustration. He raised his head and met my eyes, looking so fucking smug.
“Trey,” I pleaded.
His warm breath glided across my skin as he chuckled, but then his arms wrapped around my thighs and pulled me even closer as his tongue flicked across my slit.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my hands clenching handfuls of the blanket and my hips bucking, but his arms tightened around my legs, holding me in place.
His tongue moved in slow, languid strokes like he had all the time in the world, and he hummed deep in his throat. My legs trembled, toes curling.
“Oh my gods,” I gasped.
His tongue delved inside, licking and swirling. When his mouth moved upwards, his fingers replaced his tongue, and I cried out, straining against his hold on my legs. I panted, trying to keep my moans quiet, but then his tongue swirled over my clit, and he sucked and I dissolved into pleasure. His fingers kept pumping, tongue flicking until my release faded. He emerged from between my legs, that smug smile firmly on his face.
“Better,” he said.
“What?” I was still trying to catch my breath.
“You taste even better than I dreamed,” he rasped, crawling up my body to claim my lips again.
I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, but it wasn’t unpleasant. I wrapped a hand around his cock, and he groaned against my lips.
“I want you,” I breathed, stroking him and making him shudder.
“You sure?” he asked, staring me in the eyes, and I could see his desire as well as his restraint written all over his face. “We don’thaveto do anything you don’t feel comfortable?—”
“Trey,” I interrupted, a soft smile on my lips, “I love you.”
He went so still I was half afraid he stopped breathing.
“I love you, Trey, and I want you,” I repeated in a whisper, my eyes prickling.
“I love you.” His voice sounded rough with emotion, and then he captured my lips in a desperate, bruising kiss that made our teeth click together.
This time when I moved, he moved with me. His cock sank into me, and the pleasant burn made me gasp, He paused, looking worried.
“Are you—” he started to say.
“Trey,” I interrupted him again, my voice a demand as I gripped his hips, “I want you to fuck me.”
His smirk crackled with heat. With one thrust, he sank himself fully inside me, and I dug my fingernails into his hips with a moan. He began to move, rolling his hips slowly, and I threw a leg over his hip to try and pull him even deeper. I wanted him, all of him. His smirk deepened and he drove into me deeper and faster, our hips snapping together. The coiling tension in my center built like a fire.
“Tell me what you want, Bones,” he rasped.
“More,” I moaned. I couldn’t get enough.
He suddenly gripped my upper arms and hauled me up, his cock still buried inside me as he kneeled on the bed with me sitting in his lap. I gasped at the new angle, the new pleasure.
“Fuck.” My head tipped back as his hips set a rhythm.
