Page 51 of Tru Blue
Her fingers traced a tattoo down his arm to the space between his finger and thumb, where she caressed little circles that sent pinpricks of heat straight to his core. “Do you remember that time I came to your house and found you sitting on the back porch with Quincy?”
His stomach clenched at the mention of his brother, but this was part of the game, and he knew this was her way of showing him that she didn’t hold his past, or his family, against him.
“Yes. You wore those sexy little shorts that made me crazy.” He pushed a hand beneath her skirt and she sucked in a breath.
“On purpose.” She took his hand and moved it higher up her hip. His fingers grazed lace. A sinful smile spread her lips, her green eyes glimmering with seduction. “Remember what you said to me?”
He moved his fingers along the edge of her panties. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her lips parted on a sigh. Leaning closer, he ran his tongue along the bow of her upper lip. “Tell me, sweet girl, what did I say to you?”
Her eyes opened. “You said…” Her words came out breathy and low.
She leaned up and he claimed her in a kiss so hot it could smolder metal, and then took it deeper, feeling her heart beat faster, her hands clutch him tighter, and her body—God, her glorious body—arch into him from knees to chest.
When their lips parted, she panted out a few breaths and said, “You told me something bad was going to happen and to wait for you. And I promised I would.”
“Gemma.” Her name came out like a plea.
She placed her finger over his lips, silencing him. “Do you remember what else you said to me?”
Biting back the emotions threatening to tear from his chest, he shook his head. She stroked his cheek, and he leaned into her palm, wanting to soak in every bit of her—from her sweet words to the adoring look in her eyes.
“You said, ‘Don’t worry, sweet girl. It’s going to take a little time, but together we’ll do all the things we missed out on.’”
He searched her serious expression, seeing vulnerability and longing looking back at him. “I wish we were together when we were younger. Having you in my life would have made every day infinitely better. I would have given you all the memories you wish you had. Meadows and fairy wings and strong arms around you when you were lonely or scared.”
“I know,” she said. “And I would have been there for you, through all of it.”
The pain of wishing for something they’d never have was staggering. “You’re really good at playing pretend.”
“I wasn’t pretending just now.”
“You’re killing me, sweetheart. Tearing me down one word at a time.”
She touched his cheek again, and his insides melted. She had the power to wreck him and the power to make him feel so very loved. He was totally, utterly hers, and he couldn’t wait another second to make her his.
He took her mouth with savage intensity, crushing her to him, and she was right there with him. They ate at each other’s mouths, grinding and groping through their clothing, pleading moans escaping their lips. Shoving her skirt up around her waist, he tore off her panties with one hard yank, shredding the lacy material. She grabbed his hair, tugging to the point of scintillating pain, sending electric shocks pulsing through him. Her hips rose off the floor and he thrust his fingers inside her, crooking them up, seeking the spot that would make her go wild. She moaned into his mouth, writhing as she rode his hand, guiding him until she cried out into their kiss. He tore his mouth away with the need to see her face in the throes of ecstasy. In the space of a breath he drank in her flushed skin, her swollen, pink lips, and the needy whispers escaping them. He had to have her, had to feel all that passion wrapped around him. His mouth came down over hers hard and insistent as he gathered her in his arms. Her arms circled his neck, never breaking the kiss while he carried her through the sheers and over to the bed, reaching behind him to pull the gold sheets across the opening. Kennedy hadn’t attempted to crawl out of bed yet, but just in case, he thought it best to have a barrier until he could build a proper wall.
“We need to be quiet,” he said.
