Page 56 of Falling Madly
“You’re the sexiest, most incredible woman in any room. If he doesn’t see that, he doesn’t deserve to be with ye.”
My heart swelled, along with the other body parts that had already given up on any resistance. I wanted him so desperately, I hardly cared if this was right or wrong, doomed or fated. In that moment, I only wanted more words, more touches, more of him.
I’d felt his eyes on me that night, months ago. I’d been wearing a low-cut dress and my favorite heels. For myself. That was my favorite lie because I never dressed up for myself. I’d known he’d be there, and I’d known he wasn’t seeing anyone. I’dknown he was always looking at me, and I had enjoyed taunting him, showing him what he’d lost by being an asshole. None of that had been about Richard, who’d been my official date, my driver, and the perfectly acceptable guy I could hang out with when I felt lonely, which wasn’t even that often. I’d kept my distance and protected my independence, only giving away a small slice of who I was. But with Trevor, I wanted to give it all, and it terrified me.
His hand grazed my hip, nudging the edge of my elf leggings, and the thought of undressing brought me back to reality. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind taking a shower,” I said.
He pulled away, as if sobering up. “Aye, you’re right. That’s a great idea. How about I run you a bath, and you get to test my clawfoot bathtub?”
I clambered up. “No, you didn’t!”
“I did.” He nodded, looking a little sheepish. “There was such a great reference pic.”
I was up in seconds, heading for the ensuite.Holy shit!It was my favorite picture with almost an identical dragonfly wallpaper framing the most inviting bath I’d ever seen, with candles and luxurious bath products lined up on a shelf. I stepped closer, reverently running my hand across the wall. “Dragonflies.” My voice cracked.
He stepped past me to plug the tub and turn on the faucet. “I don’t know how to use these,” he said apologetically, gesturing at the products. “The designer just left them here.”
I browsed the selection and chose a jasmine-scented bubble bath. We both watched as the tub began to fill with foam and the smell lingered in the air. “It’s perfect,” I said, so moved by everything, I found it hard to speak.
“Great.” His voice caught in his throat in a similar way. “I’ll leave you to?—”
“Stay.”
He held at the doorway, frozen like a statue, as I pulled the elf top over my head, then unhooked my bra. I heard his sharp intake of breath. Keeping my back to him, I peeled off the leggings and my panties and stood there, naked. I could feel his eyes on me like thermal lights burning my skin.
I finally turned around to face him, holding my breath. I’d never seen his eyes so clouded.
“Fuck. Teresa. Fuck,” he muttered, adjusting the crotch of his jeans. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“And I hope you have condoms in your house, because I’m going to need you later.”
His laugh echoed off the walls. “I’m a hopeless romantic, but I’m not that hopeless. Top drawer.”
I opened the drawer, noting the packet of condoms, and smiled. “It’s a big tub if you want to join me.”
He undressed in seconds, reaching the bathtub by the time I was standing in it, easing myself into the hot water. It wasn’t scalding hot, but my limbs were still cold from the walk outside and my skin screamed from the adjustment, gradually settling into the blissful warmth. I sat down and pulled my knees to my chest, risking a glance at Trevor.
My gaze traveled down his chest, following the trail of dark, curling hair, and I gasped. I’d expected him to be a little turned on, but the erection I came eye-to-eye with was huge and almost purple. Gravity had nothing on it.
He glanced down at it. “Yeah, it’s all your fault.” He stroked himself briefly, bringing up a droplet of precum I couldn’t tear my eyes off.
I’d slept with Richard maybe a grand total of ten times in eight months. We’d never been that crazy about each other. I couldn’t even imagine staring at him naked like this. But then again, he was a pasty, average-sized guy and Trevor was some sort of Scottish warrior with a solid, muscular upper body,bulging thighs and king-sized cock. He wasn’t soft in the middle, either.
“Have you lost weight?” I asked as he lowered himself into the tub, raising the water level so high it nearly spilled over.
“I’ve been working on myself. I told you.”
“Good work,” I said thickly. “It’s really showing.”
“Good.”
“I don’t mind a dad bod, to be honest. But you look great. Solid. Amazing.” One more adjective, and I was officially unhinged.
“Sweet. Make me a dad and I’m sure you’ll get your wish.” He grinned.
I inhaled my own saliva and ended up coughing so hard the water did spill over.
“Don’t worry,” he assured me. “It’s all tiled and there’s a drain underneath.”
