Chapter 12 #2
He leaned down, his eyes hot on mine. “I have nothing against chairs, and we’ll have to give one a spin. But not tonight.” With that heated promise, he pressed hot openmouthed kisses along the side of my jaw. Little fires lit under my skin everywhere his lips landed.
I’d had a few flings since Wade. Or rather, I should say I tried to have a few flings.
I hadn’t consummated the act with anyone since Wade and the disastrous consequences that came from our single time.
Part of me thought I was all fucked up about sex.
It was just that, even though Wade and I had been young, the chemistry came so easy.
In the few times when things got further along, I never felt like this—not even close. With Wade, even his kisses melted me from the inside out. I was literally like melted butter in his hands.
As his kisses made their way down the side of my neck, one of his hands slid up under my sweatshirt. The feel of his palm coasting over my skin elicited a low cry from my throat.
“Ah, Dani,” he groaned, “you’re killing me.” The backs of his fingers teased under the curves of my breasts.
I hadn’t been expecting company so I wasn’t wearing a bra. I was in my comfy, baggy clothes, which weren’t the least bit sexy. Not at all. It said something about what Wade did to me that I felt sexy as hell the second his eyes lit with the fire I knew was reflected in mine.
He lightly cupped a breast, his hands warm and the feel of his thumb brushing over my nipple bringing it to a tight peak. I gripped his hair when he pressed another hot kiss at that soft spot where my shoulder met my neck.
I didn’t realize I had said his name until he lifted his head, his eyes searing into mine. “Yeah?”
I felt my cheeks flush, but I was already so hot inside and out, I didn’t suppose it mattered.
“Just don’t stop,” I said, when his exploring hand lightly squeezed my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Wasn’t planning on it, darlin’.”
When he stepped back after that comment, I squeaked in protest, eliciting a little chuckle from him. “We need less clothes,” he said flatly.
With another hot kiss right behind my ear, he stepped around me, striding over to the bench by the door. I needed no further instruction. While he kicked off his boots, I whipped my sweatshirt off and left it on the floor behind me as I shimmied out of my sweatpants.
I happened to turn just then, and a choked sound came from him. All I had on were my panties—bright pink cotton, to be specific. Nothing amazing. More practical than anything, although I did like them to be colorful.
Wade shook his head slowly as he hooked his fist on the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it off in one swoop, bearing his glorious chest to me.
My mouth fell open, and I didn’t even care.
I had avoided the sight of Wade shirtless ever since he had come back to Stolen Hearts Valley.
Unfortunately, here and there, I’d caught a view by accident.
It was too damn hot here in the summers to expect him not to go shirtless on the worst days.
Even then, I always looked away and I never got too close.
As he shifted to undo the buttons on his fly, the subtle flex of his muscled forearms practically had me drooling.
Every inch of him was honed. Between his work as a first responder, an outdoor guide, and his construction work on the side, well, his body showed it.
He’d transformed from the lanky boy I’d known in high school to pure, raw man. My hands itched to touch him.
I had frozen where I stood, but when his jeans dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them, my eyes dipped down to see his blatant arousal outlined by his fitted black boxer briefs.
I didn’t realize I was slightly chilled until he stepped closer, his warmth was like a furnace as his body came against mine.
“You know, I missed you,” he murmured softly, his tone almost reverent.
Emotion rushed into the void opened by the current of desire flowing through me. I swallowed, trying to catch a breath but getting nothing more than a shallow pant, with my pulse rampaging.
“It’s not like you haven’t seen me,” I heard myself saying, a hint of defensiveness rising up inside.
“Darlin’, you know that’s not what I mean.”
Wade must’ve sensed I didn’t know what to do with this because he said nothing further, simply dipping his head and brushing his lips across mine.
In a hot second, he slipped my panties over my hips, so I returned the favor with his briefs.
He blazed a wet trail down my neck and captured a nipple with the warm suction of his mouth.
He lifted me easily, and in two strides, was stretching us out on the bed and rolling over so I straddled his hips.
I could feel the hard ridge of his arousal nestled at the apex of my thighs.
When I opened my eyes and looked down, he was adjusting the pillows behind him as he shifted up and tugged me with him. His smoldering gaze snagged mine and my heart beat with a resounding thump of recognition.
This, right here and right now, was everything.