Page 70 of Stripping Bare
Her laugh was soft. “No, I mean I came in here and gawked. I’m sorry I invaded yourprivacy.”
He walked toward her and nothing else but Tessa existed for him in that moment. “You were sleeping in my bed when I came home. Do you really think I care if you opened every door in myhouse?”
“I overstepped all the wayaround.”
“No, you were exactly where I wantedyou.”
He reached for the waistband on his shorts to shuck them, but before he could push them down, Tessa was on her knees running her fingers along the scar on the left side of abdomen. “What isthis?”
Although the nerves under the slice of skin were shot, his dick twitched at her touch. Just the sight of her in front of him was enough to fill his head with pictures. Dirty, deliciouspictures.
Her taking him in her mouth, taking him all in. The feel of her hair as he held her head and… He forced himself to focus on her question instead of the proximity of her mouth to his cock. “Stabwound.”
Her head reared back and she stared up at him, her mouth open in surprise. “What?”
“Micki’s boss wasn’t too happy with having her family get in hisway.”
“You could’vedied.”
“Nah.” He chuckled. “He missed all the importantstuff.”
“Where else?” Now she was the one to grab for his waistband. “Where else were youhurt?”
Tessa was damn quick when properly motivated. One second, he had clothes on. The next, his shorts were on the floor and his dick was showing her its best snappy salute. But she ignored it, grabbing him by the hips and forcing him toturn.
Her sigh was one of relief, but the feel of her breath on his butt didn’t bring him a bit of relief. She caressed his ass and scratched her fingernails over hisskin.
He stepped out of his shorts, almost losing his balance in theprocess.
Tessa slid a hand between his legs to cup his balls, tight against his body. She pressed a kiss to his backside. “Jonah, I wantto—”
“No.” He knew exactly what she was about to say, and if she sucked his dick into her mouth right now, it would be over. He would snap, and she wouldn’t trust himanymore.
Because tonight was about trust as much as it was about makinglove.
He grabbed her hands and drew her to herfeet.
“Then at least let me look and touch.” She shimmied out of her own pajama bottoms and kicked them away. Then she nudged him so they were facing the expansive mirror on one wall. She peeked around him, her curves—unfortunately still covered—plastered to his nakedback.
When her hands began a slow drag over his skin, Jonah’s body quivered with the perfection of her touch. They smoothed over his pectorals, stimulating his already hard nipples. Down they went, skimming his abs and the line of hair below his navel. She traced the length of his scar and gripped hishipbones.
Ignoring his rampant hard-on, she caressed his thighs, explored his knees, and spent way the hell too much time checking out his calves andankles.
On her way back up, the soft fabric of her pajama shirt brushed against his already electrified skin. And when she finally circled his cock with both hands and pumped, he couldn’t control the thrust of hiships.
“I like the way you look, Jonah Steele,” she said softly. “I love the way youfeel.”
Something hard lodged in his chest—the pressure of doing all the right things, making all the right moves with Tessa. She was too important for anythingless.
“This is your show tonight,” he said. “You’re totally incharge.”
“Then why don’t we check out that crazy tub ofyours?”
He forced himself to move away and adjust the water controller back to the waterfallsetting.
“I didn’t just look around when I was in here earlier,” she toldhim.
Hell, he wouldn’t care if she’d dismantled the whole place as long as she stayed. His home—his life—felt right with her init.
