Page 57 of Falling Madly
“Okay. That’s not what I’m worried about, though.”
“What? You told me ye wanted kids one day.”
I blushed, my mind rushing back to that night by the pool. Ihadtold him that, and I’d meant it. But with Richard, I’d been so adamant to keep my independence I’d changed my tune. Had I changed my mind? How did I not know myself better than this? I’d changed so many things after that night. My work schedule, my cafe of choice (to make sure I didn’t run into Trevor), my smoking habit… I’d also adjusted how much of myself I was willing to share with someone. How far into the future I was willing to look.
“I think I sabotaged my relationship with Richard,” I said. “He went back to her because she needed him. She probably wanted a future with him, and I just wanted someone to hang out with on my terms.”
“It doesn’t make him any less a cheater, but I get that. You were protecting yerself, and falling in love is the biggest risk you’ll ever take.”
“How can you risk it?” I asked. “How can you look at me like that when you don’t know me? You don’t even know if I’m capable of falling in love. Maybe I’m too messed up to do it.”
He smiled affectionately. “You’re capable.”
“But how do you know?” I insisted.
“Because falling in love is not for the healthy and well-balanced. It’s part hormones, part madness. It defies logic.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So… I’m mad enough?”
“If you have enough passion to hate me for a year and a half, you have enough passion to love me.”
“You keep surprising me,” I said. “I love that.”
I could surprise him, too, I thought, rising to my knees, and wading through to his end of the tub, straddling him. His hard-on nuzzled against my stomach like a warm metal pole, but I was a dancer. I rocked against it, enjoying the sparks that erupted and shot through my body. It would have been so easy to raise my hips a little higher and fill myself with him, let that erection stretch me to absolute capacity. Find out if I could take him. I’d never had anyone that big.
“Oh, my God, Teresa,” Trevor growled, grabbing my ass underwater, helping me move up and down. “You know I can’t resist you…”
Our mouths crashed together, and our tongues followed. More delectable pressure built in my core. I wanted him inside me right now.
“You can’t put a condom on underwater, can you?” I asked, breaking the contact. Our breaths mingled as I stared at him through hooded, unfocused eyes. I could hardly believe how he made me feel. I needed more.
“Probably not safe,” he said.
I reached out to the other end of the tub and pulled the plug, then climbed back on his lap, rocking even more shamelessly against that erection. It felt amazing. The water coursed between us, creating a strong current between my thighs, rushing against my swollen flesh. I held still, nearly undone by the sensation. We looked at each other, waiting for the tub to drain. When that final gurgle faded, he grabbed a towel and handed me one.
“Wannae take this to the bed?” he asked.
I shook my head and reached for the condom drawer. I gave him one, and he rolled it on, sitting down in the empty tub. We were both still slightly damp, and my skin felt hot against the cool air. A layer of bubbles lingered on the bottom and my knees sunk into it as I approached him the same way I’d done in the water.
“Your bedroom doesn’t have curtains,” I said. “And I’ve never done it in a bathtub.”
“Never have I ever,” he rasped, leaning in to catch my nipple in his mouth.
A bolt of lightning shot through me, gathering its energy between my thighs. I leaned closer to feel him against me. The hottest pole I’d ever danced. He grabbed my hips, grunting every time I moved against him.
“Let me see you,” he pleaded between the more primal noises.
I moved back until I was leaning on my elbows, my knees open. Bared. Sexy. Waiting. I felt his gaze on me as he shifted onto his knees, all the way to the moment his lips touched my inner thigh, trailing closer. He took his time, circling and teasing my clit with his tongue. My entire core throbbed like it was on fire, desperate for more. When he pulled away, I whimpered in frustration.
I heard his soft laugh. “Patience, Dragonfly.”
When I couldn’t take it anymore, he took my arms and helped me back up. “Ready?” he asked, sitting back so I could straddle him like before.
I couldn’t speak. I raised my hips and gently lowered myself onto him. I felt the pressure everywhere. My back and chest, hips and stomach, everything was expanding to make room for him as I sat there, willingly captured. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care.
There was a quiet stillness about that moment I hadn’t expected. This wasn’t a race to the finish line. The need I felt was deeper. It sat somewhere further back, building up behind my ribcage, cascading down in waves. I felt his hands cupping my buttocks, holding me there. I was locked onto him, but I didn’t want to escape. I wanted to stay there forever, right on the cusp of unraveling.
“What do you need?” he asked. “You feel too good. I can’t hold on for… I can’t.”
