Page 61 of Tangled Up In You
At the mention of her, my scalp prickled and the tops of my ears heated. Ihatedthe spike of jealousy. It was such an unappealing emotion, but it wasn’t something I could always control. And the girl hadn’t even done anything to me to warrant the feeling.
Other than possibly fuck the love of my life. The bitch.
“Babe?” Corbin reached across the table and took my hand in his. “I was afraid to tell you because I know you still think we had something going on, but I swear to you, nothinghasand neverwillhappen between her and me. She’s a close friend. Nothing more.”
My heart hammered against my ribs, my pulse ran through my veins like fire, and I forced myself to take deep breaths.
“I’m sorry,” I finally managed to say, squeezing his hand. “I hate being like this.”
Corbin hanging out with supermodels just made me feel even more insecure. Made me question—again—why he’d want to be with someone as average as me when he could be with them.
“I understand why you’re like this, though,” he said, focusing on our joined hands. “You’re afraid I don’t need you anymore because I have everything. But without you, Hunter, Idon’thave everything. No one compares to you. I wish you’d have more trust in me than that.”
I stood and went over to him, turning him to the side so I could kneel between his legs. I pressed my body to his and nuzzled my face in to his neck. His strong arms came around me, and I breathed in his scent, finding comfort in it.
“I do trust you,” I whispered against his skin. “If you say nothing’s going on between you and her…I believe you.”
“Good,” Corbin said, pulling back a little to peer down at me. He stroked my unshaved jaw before adjusting the glasses on my nose. “Because I want you to go with me.”
“What?”
“It’s during your spring break, right?” he questioned, moving his hand to my shoulder and tracing the lines of muscle there. I nodded and his smile widened. “We could do my photoshoot and then maybe do some sightseeing before we head back home.”
My stomach fluttered, and I leaned closer to him. “You saidhome.”
Corbin’s gray-eyed stare didn’t leave mine. “Yeah, I did.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant exactly, but for once, I didn’t question him. I pressed my mouth to his, and he opened for me with a soft moan. Our tongues danced, and as the taste of him exploded all around me, I gave in to the feeling. He pulled me from my knees and scooted his chair back before placing me on his lap.
With the new position, I grinded myself up and down his firm body, tangling my hands in his short dark blond hair as we continued kissing.
This. This was home. In Corbin’s arms.
“Make love to me,” I whispered against his neck after breaking away from our kiss.
As he picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his neck. I wasn’t exactly light, but he had little trouble holding my weight. He carried me down the short hallway and to my room before laying me on the bed.
I looked up at him and ran my hand along his collarbone, loving the softness of his skin.
Corbin hated any kind of hair on his chest, so it was always smooth.
He took off my glasses and set them on the nightstand before crawling on top of me and kicking my legs apart.
Unlike the past handful of times, Corbin made love to me; tender and slow, taking his time and dragging it out. Time seemed to stop as he drove his hips into me, hitting me in all the right places.
A moment of bliss turned to more. Countless. A sea of moans and sighs.
Sweat coated his chest, and as he moved his body into mine, he hit that sweet spot and I felt myself coming undone.
“Let go, baby,” he said, hugging me to his chest as I came apart in his warm embrace.
I shuddered as my orgasm hit me, adding to the slick wetness between our bodies. Only after I’d finished did Corbin let himself fall over that edge too. I held onto him and kissed the side of his head as he filled my ass and groaned.
And what made it even greater was not having to use a condom. We’d recently been tested, and since we were exclusive, we both agreed it was what we wanted.
Afterward, we peeled apart and showered. He kissed my nape as I stood beneath the water, and I pushed against him, reaching back and holding his side. Nothing happened in the shower, with the exception of intimate kisses and gliding of fingertips across sensitive skin.
Once we were showered, we changed into clean clothes and cuddled on the couch for a lazy Sunday.
