Page 44 of Tru Blue
“Tru—”
So fucking sexy, so damn real. He stayed with her, fucking her with his fingers, loving her with his mouth, until she began coming down from the peak. Then he flattened his palms on her inner thighs and slicked his tongue over her sensitive flesh in a slow, repetitive motion. Her nails dug into his skin, her breathing shallowed, and her body quivered and shook.
“More, Tru, please.”
He continued teasing, loving her slowly, drawing out her pleasure, until she was clutching the cushions, pleading for more. Only then did he seal his mouth over her sex and give her what she wanted, taking her up, up, up, until she shattered in a river of turbulent explosions.
When the last shudder rolled through her, he kissed a path along her belly, tasting her arousal with each press of his lips, and gathered her in his arms. Her eyes fluttered open, the sated smile of a gratified lover on her lips.
“More,” she pleaded, and holy hell, did he want more.
He kissed her again, softer this time, wanting to be even closer. Her taste stayed with him as their tongues tangled, and it was so damn hot that she didn’t fight it. He brought his hand between her legs again, taking her right to the peak of another climax, and swallowed her cries of pleasure. Christ, he could do this all night long. Feeling her come was ten times better than he dreamed, but he needed to be inside her more than he needed his next breath. He stripped off his jeans, careful to keep his weight off of her, and stopped cold.
“Condom,” he ground out. “In the bedroom.”
He kissed her again, long and slow, not wanting to part for even a few seconds. When he moved to stand, she held on to him.
“Not yet,” she whispered, and drew him into another kiss.
Her hand moved through his hair; the other moved down his side and flattened on his back, holding him tight. When their lips parted, she kept him close, nuzzling against his neck and placing light kisses from his collar to his jaw.
“I like the way you smell.” Her breath whispered over his skin. “And the way your body fits with mine.” Her fingers moved over his back in feathery touches like she had all night to lay with him. Touching him lovingly, like no other woman ever had, she awakened other needs in him. Needs he hadn’t realized he had. Despite how much he ached to feel her wrapped around him from the inside out, right now, this was what he wanted: her touch, her kisses, hearing her soft sighs of a different type of pleasure.
“I like how big you are,” she whispered. “And protective. You make me feel safe.”
“Despite my past?” He couldn’t stop the question before it left his lips.
She gazed up at him with a smile so sweet all his defenses peeled away. “Maybe because of your past.”
He kissed the corner of her lips, feeling like he’d been given the biggest gift of his life, and gathered her close again, shifting them onto their sides. He slid one knee between her legs and the other over her hip, so their bodies were completely intertwined.
“Mm. See? We fit perfectly,” she murmured against his neck, her fingers still trailing along his back in a slow, gentle pattern. “You’re our Tru Blue, the most loyal sentinel of all.”
“Our?”
She yawned and rested her hand on his cheek. “Me and the kids.”
He wondered if she could hear the way his heart tumbled as he fell even harder for this remarkable woman. He kissed her softly, reveling in the feel of her nestled safely in his arms and replaying her words like a rerun he never wanted to end.
“Gemma.” His throat thickened, stifling his words. Holding you. Feeling you touch me. This is everything I want. He was hard as steel, his cock resting against her damp curls and the warm skin above, but as she snuggled against him and her breathing fell into the easy cadence of sleep, everything inside him settled into place, and finally—God, finally—his life didn’t feel so out of control.
Chapter Fourteen
GEMMA AWOKE ALONE on the couch on Truman’s back deck, her naked body covered with a soft, warm blanket. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, and Truman’s voice came through the baby monitor. Wrapping the blanket around herself, she didn’t feel panicked or embarrassed by her lack of clothing. She warmed all over at the sight of him on the video monitor pacing the bedroom with Lincoln on his shoulder. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark briefs. His big hand moved over the baby’s back in slow circles. Gemma couldn’t see the baby’s face, but by the way his hands hung limply by his sides, she assumed he’d already fallen back to sleep.
