“Let’s hear them,” she said.
“My first thought,” he said as he took a step forward, “is that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled. “Any others?”
“My next thought is, ‘How in the fuck did I get her to want me?’”
“That’s easy. Next,” she said.
He took another step forward and she did too. “Does she have any idea what she does to me?”
“She might by the looks of the impressive bulge in your pants.”
He took another step toward her and reached out to touch her face. His head bent to see her body up close, and he blew the breath out from his lips. “I hope she knows how much I love her.”
“She does.” She nodded as she pressed her forehead into his. He smiled briefly before he bent and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Her breath hitched as she grasped his shirt in her hand.
“Tell me you want me,” he asked.
“I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I always will.”
He lifted her into his arms and carried her into their bedroom. He dimmed the lights and placed her on her feet. He pulled back the sheets and took her hand, leading her to the bed. She slowly began to unbutton his shirt, and he saw her hand shaking. He placed his hand over hers and lifted her face to his.
“If you have any doubts, any worries, we don’t have to do this. I know you’ve been through a lot with me, and I wouldn’t blame you if you still needed some time.”
She shifted her hand from under his and studied his face. “I’m shaking, not because I’m scared, or worried, or having second thoughts. I’m shaking because the love I feel for you is overwhelming. My body is shaking because it needs you. I need you.”
“I need you too. More than you’ll ever know.”
He lifted the strap from her shoulder and pulled it down her arm. She stilled his hands, stopping him. “Hold on a sec,” she said.
He smiled. “You’re stunning.”
“I want this shirt off.” She fumbled with the buttons before she yanked it with her hands, popping his buttons all over the room.
He watched them fall and dance on the floor as she slid his shirt down his shoulders. “Nice,” he said.
“I didn’t know I could do that. I hope you hated that shirt,” she giggled.
She undid his belt and pulled it from his waist, throwing it across the room. He watched her, fascinated.
She unlinked his button and unzipped his jeans. He took a deep breath as his fingers trailed her arms before twisting a strand of her hair around his finger.
She slid his pants and underwear down in one motion, springing his erection free. He smiled at her blush. She glared into his eyes and pushed him onto the bed. He fell back into a sitting position, kicking his pants off his legs. She took a step back and took a deep breath. He watched her eyes take him in.
“You wanted me to look at you?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he managed.
Her eyes started on his legs. She raised her gaze to his waist, and his dick twinged when saw her mouth part slightly. She bit her lip as her eyes moved up his chiseled chest. She stood a little taller as her eyes met his.
“You’re amazing,” he said.
“So are you,” she replied. She took another deep breath and lifted the other strap from her arm, letting it fall off her shoulder.
He stopped smiling as he watched her undress in front of him.
“The other day, when you were sleeping in my bed,” she started, “I undressed in front of you. You didn’t see.”
