Page 78 of Mistaken Identity
In answer, I pulled away completely, then lifted my shirt off over my head.
His breath hitched, and his eyes dilated.
“Creole…”
“The longer we take to do this, the more nervous I’m going to get,” I admitted. “Come on. Let’s go.”
It was my “let’s go” that had him jolting forward and pulling me into his arms.
He didn’t go far with me, though. He carried me to the bath, then reached down and switched the water on.
My breath hitched.
“Am I dirty, Audi?” I teased.
His eyes flicked down to the faucets as he bent forward slightly and tested the heat.
“No.” He twisted me so that I was once again standing in front of him and he was sitting on the edge of the bath. “But there’s lots of natural light in here. It’s not a bed. And I want to make sure you feel safe.”
I melted.
But even though I was melting for him, I still shrugged out of my bra, then my pants.
The only thing that was left was my panties, and I hesitated to pull those off.
“I have a scar,” I admitted.
He chuckled. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
My brows shot up. “You have scars?”
He snorted and lifted his shirt, showing off a hot, muscular body that had changed so much from the last time I’d seen it.
“You’ve put on a lot of muscle since I’ve seen you half naked last,” I admitted.
His eyes came up to meet mine as he reached for my hand. “I’m not a boy anymore, Cree. I’m a man.”
Yes, yes he was.
“You used to have the boniest shoulders.” I giggled as I used my free hand to run over the length of his shoulder muscles. “Now, you’re so muscular that it’s comical. You remember when we used to sit on either side of you and watch the stars?”
“You remember how it was always you that I leaned on the most?”
No, I hadn’t realized he’d leaned on me more than Laney.
“You used to always complain about how I was pushing you away. I was never pushing you away. I was leaning your way to get away from Laney.”
I trailed my fingers up the length of his trap, stopping right under his square jaw.
“Now, about these scars,” I teased.
His hands went to the backs of my knees, and he pulled me forward until I was straddling him.
I sat on his lap, my knees going into the cool tile on either side of his hips and didn’t miss the very obvious erection that was now pressing against my slit.
Three years ago, even this position would’ve sent me running for the door.
But not anymore.
