Page 46 of No Fear
“Remy… I…” She panted, trying to reach for him, to pull him close and tell him, something… but he was suddenly gone.
Rachel gasped and then moaned loudly as she felt the first swipe of his tongue on her overstimulated clit. Her eyes rolled back and her hips shifted up to get more of his attention. She felt boneless and soft after her orgasm but as soon as Remy tongued her slit, she was right back on the edge. Electricity sparked in her veins, that coil in her belly tightening all over again, and she whimpered.
“Remy. Remy, please.” She didn’t know what she was begging for but she couldn’t stop.
It was too much and not enough and everything she’d ever wanted all rolled into one beautiful act.
Her hands landed on his head again but his hair was too short to grasp. She opened her mouth, wanting to tell him, warn him, that he was going to make her come again, but the sound of his groans, his pleasure in doing this to her, propelled her back over the cliff and all that came out was a high-pitched scream.
Her entire body convulsed, electricity zinging through every cell in her body. She’d had orgasms before, by her own hand and by his not minutes ago, but nothing compared to this. Wave after wave rolled through her body and all she could do was cling to Remy and pray that he would hold her so she didn’t float away. She jerked and thrashed as it went on and on and when it finally began to wane and she started to come down, all she saw was Remy.
Remy. Her Remy. Her gorgeous, sensitive, protective Bomar boy.
“Never gonna let you go now, baby. Never.”
Tears flooded her eyes at the sweet promise and Rachel turned her head, trying to hide them and failing miserably when a choked sob escaped her. Remy cursed and then he was there. He pulled her up and off the table. He sat back in his chair and cradled her to his chest. His touch was firm but gentle as he stroked her back and the soothing gestures only made her cry harder.
“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay baby. Let it out.” He muttered softly, “I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry, Rachel. I never should have pushed. I’m so sorry.”
She raised her head to look at him and even through the tears she could see the regret and fear in his eyes. The self-disgust on his handsome face stopped the tears cold. He was blaming himself and she couldn’t have that. She shook her head but he only buried his face in her neck.
“I’m so sorry, Rachel. It was too much, too soon, too fast. I knew it I just… Damn it, I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me. I’m so so sorry.”
Rachel forced his head up until he met her gaze, “I’m not crying because you hurt me. You didn’t. You never could. I’m crying because… well, because I had no idea it could be like that.”
Remy’s dark eyes searched her face, “Like what?”
“Beautiful. Perfect. I… you…” She dropped her gaze to his chest and realized he was still fully clothed, “That was absolutely incredible for me. Life-changing. But you didn’t take your own release.”
He scowled at her, “I will never, ever,takeanything from you, Rachel. You give. That’s how this works.”
“I… well… okay.” She fumbled to figure out just how badly she’d messed up their beautiful moment, “Do you want me to…”
“No.” Remy smacked her hands away when she reached for his erection, “No, that’s not what this was about. This was about you.”
“But…”
“It was about you.” He growled and then softened his voice with a deep breath, “What just happened between us, that was the most beautiful, intimate moment of my life too, and it doesn’t matter in the slightest that I didn’t get inside you this time. We have plenty of time for that. What matters is that I’ve never shared anything like that with anyone else. I couldn’t have. It was you.” He brushed a soft kiss across her lips, “It was us, together. Understand?”
She nodded slowly, “I think so.”
And she did. As it sank in and as Remy simply held her close, she finally started to understand. This wasn’t about sex. It was so much more than that. What they had, it was bigger than simple attraction or lust. Their hearts were in it, the both of them, and when it happened, whenever it happened, it would be a first for the both of them.
He would take care of her. Even in the throes of passion, he would take care of her. Nobody else had ever done that. Put her first, made her feel important, loved her. She chewed on her lips as they sat there, holding onto each other, wondering if it was possible. If he really could have fallen in love with her as fast and as easily as she had him.
“Remy?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Does this mean that you’re m-my… boyfriend?”
He chuckled and nuzzled her ear, “Baby, I’ve been yours since the first day we met. Damn right, I’m your boyfriend.”
Remy groaned as he stretched out on the couch. His belly was full and for the first time in what felt like forever, his heart was too. His soul was at peace and he was… happy. God, he was happy. He knew they had a lot to work out, to figure out, but having Rachel here, in his life and in his home, it felt so damn right.
After they’d cleaned up earlier, she’d insisted on cooking dinner for them and he hadn’t been able to refuse a home-cooked meal. He wasn’t even sure where she came up with the ingredients for the spaghetti she’d made. He certainly had no memory of buying pasta and sauce. When she’d teased that some other woman had been filling his cabinets he’d actually felt a little bad admitting it was true.
Jemma and Skylar had been making sure he was fed properly since he moved out to the trailer on Bomar land. He’d tried to tell them he was used to taking care of himself but they’d ignored him and he’d taken his brothers words to heart. Cash and Colt had both told him not to bother arguing so he hadn’t. If he was honest, he appreciated the girl’s efforts. It had been a long time since he had anyone take care of him and he liked that they fussed over him, even if it sometimes made him feel like a child instead of a grown man.
