Page 44 of No Fear
Chapter Nine
Rachel swallowed hard when Remy’s eyes flared with heat before he narrowed them at her, almost suspiciously. She probably shouldn’t have just blurted something like that out but she hadn’t been able to help herself. Even as he stared at her and her face flamed hot, she knew that she wouldn’t take back the words or the request.
Because she wanted it, wanted him. Because he’d opened himself up to her, shown her all of his scars despite his clear fear that she would push him away because of it. Because she wanted to show him that nothing about him could scare her away and because she wanted to be what he needed, the same way he had become what she needed.
Remy cleared his throat and then squeezed her hand, “I am touching you.”
“No.” She took a deep breath for courage and shook her head, “I want you to really touch me. Like you said you wanted to, like you promised you would when I was ready. I’m ready.”
“Rach…”
She could see the hesitation on his face. She could feel the battle raging inside him. He wanted her. She knew he did, but still he fought to deny her this and she knew it was because he was afraid to scare her with how much he wanted her. His hand tightened on hers but his eyes had gone soft and warm… wanting.
“I don’t want to think about all of the bad stuff anymore. I don’t want to remember anyone ever touching me but you. Take it away for me, Remy. Let me take it away for you too.”
He let out a strangled, wounded animal sound that nearly broke her heart, “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Yes. I do.” She stood before her nerves could get the better of her and slid onto his lap. The bold move earned her a growl even as he released her hand to grip her hips. She thought for a second he might try to shove her off but instead he pulled her closer. Their bodies liked up naturally and she bit off a gasp when she felt him through his jeans and her panties, big and hard. “Touch me, Remy. Please.”
His dark eyes held hers for a long moment, studying and assessing. She knew he was looking for signs of her fear and that if he found even an ounce he would shut this down. She met his gaze directly, didn’t try to hide a thing, because there wasn’t any fear left for her, not when it came to this man. She stared into his beautiful eyes, his pupils dilated until they were nearly black, and tried to tell him without words what he needed to hear.
He wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t taking advantage. She trusted him. Loved him. And she wouldn’t regret anything with him, ever.
Remy swallowed hard and his Adam’s apple bobbed, “If I do anything that scares you…”
“You won’t.”
“If I do, say the word and I’ll stop. I promise you. I’ll stop.”
Her heart swelled for this incredible man. He would stop if she needed him to. No matter how far they went, how lost to passion they became, he would stop. He wouldn’t let it go too far, not if she didn’t want it to. And she didn’t need the reassurance of a promise, she’d already known that he would.
Since he seemed to be waiting for her to respond, she nodded.
Remy’s mouth slammed down on hers instantly and she moaned as he stole control from her. Her entire body sparked to life when his lips touched hers but this… this was nothing like his earlier kisses. Those had been sweet and soft. Kisses meant to soothe, to reassure. This kiss was pure passion. Raw and rough and needy.
She could feel his desire pulsing off of him in waves. She could taste it when his tongue skimmed her lips, demanding entry. And in response to his heady desire, her own rose quickly to a fever pitch.
Maybe some small part of her had initiated this because she hadn’t wanted to talk anymore. She hadn’t wanted to answer any more questions. She’d wanted to distract him. But that part of her was so small compared to the parts that ached for this man and whatever her reasoning had been, it didn’t matter anymore because Remy was touching her and kissing her.
Finally.
Rachel kissed him back as best she could, tried to keep up and arched into his touch. His big hands slipped under the hem of the oversized shirt, pulling it up over her hips so he could slide his hands across the small of her back. She gasped into his mouth as the electric current between them sizzled when their skin touched.
Her hips rocked forward instinctively and he groaned in response but didn’t push her further. They kissed, deeply, roughly, as his hands grazed her skin over and over again, and just when she was about to break the kiss to tell him to do something, anything, Remy pulled back with a desperate groan.
“Need to see you.”
“Yes.”
She wasn’t certain that had been a question. Wasn’t even sure what she was agreeing to. All she knew at that moment was that Remy needed something from her and she was desperate to give it to him.
Remy jerked the shirt up and she raised her arms to help him remove it. Before it even hit the ground, his fingers were on the clasp of her bra, unfastening it and then pushing it off her shoulders. For a split second, as she registered her near nakedness, she tensed up.
She was sitting on Remy Bomars lap wearing nothing but a pair of panties. Her. Rachel Grant. Quiet, shy, a little too round to ever be considered gorgeous, Rachel. She was average looking on her best day and Remy was so handsome, so fit and muscular and intense. She didn’t compare, not at all, and she had no idea what he could possibly see when he looked at her that would make him want her like this.
Remy was so attuned to her that he instantly paused. His hands, which had moved to rest on her ribcage, just beneath her heavy breasts, stilled. His breathing was ragged and his voice was rough when he spoke.
“Look at me, Rachel. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” His fingers inched upwards and cupped her breasts, causing a moan to fall from her lips and her eyes to slide shut, “My past, my family… ugly is all I’ve ever known. I never thought I’d get the chance to have something as beautiful and precious as you in my life. Let me show you how much you mean to me, baby.”
