Chapter 14 - Thayer #2
He stilled. “What do you mean I’m not there?”
The weight of him pressing me to the bed, his anticipatory gaze, and his heartbeat racing in his chest left me no choice. “You’re. Not. There,” I repeated, looking directly into his eyes.
His mouth crashed down on mine, his lips moving with mine in a delicious chase.
Our tongues tangled, melding together as one.
It was suddenly as if we couldn’t get close enough.
God, he could kiss. And, he was clearly starved for this kiss.
It was a year in the making. My hands slipped around his back, my fingers slipping under his T-shirt and skating up.
His skin was so smooth, just like all his moves on the mountain, but the muscles beneath were hard and defined.
I needed more. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it up, knowing I couldn’t pull it off without his help.
He pulled back enough to look at me. His eyes were hungry and his breathing labored. “Are we really doing this?”
The intensity of his stare made me consider his question. Did he mean sex? Or, more? I wasn’t sure, but in that moment, I was willing to give him all of me. “Yes.”
He grabbed the material behind his neck and peeled off his shirt.
Je-sus. I wasn’t used to seeing him bare-chested, and he had amazing abs and that freaking V that slid beneath his waistband.
I noticed a tattoo I’d never seen just above his left peck—three swirls.
He didn’t allow me to touch it for long before he was back on top of me, spreading my legs with his knee.
I felt him everywhere, especially between my thighs as he returned to my mouth, kissing me like he needed me to breathe.
My fingers tunneled through the back of his hair as my body shamelessly wriggled beneath him, seeking the friction our bodies created between my legs.
He reached down, and his hand slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts.
“Tell me to stop,” he said against my mouth.
“Not a chance.”
He smiled against my lips as his fingers coasted beneath my panties.
I sucked in a sharp breath as two of his fingers slipped inside of me.
My head pushed back against the pillow. He didn’t stop kissing me as his fingers dipped in and out.
“Gah,” I sighed as my back arched off the bed—at least as much as it could with him on top of me.
His lips trailed off my mouth to the area beneath my ear as his fingers continued pumping. Shamelessly, I found myself grinding against his hand. “Good things come to those who wait,” he said between kisses to my neck.
“I think we’ve waited long enough,” I breathed.
He chuckled against my skin, the vibrations adding to the sensations building everywhere. He withdrew his fingers, and his thumb pressed to my clit, circling it in slow movements as if he heard my silent pleas.
“Thayer,” I sighed.
“I love my name on your lips like this,” he said, sucking away at my neck.
“I need you inside of me,” I said.
“Jesus,” he whispered, and I wondered if that’s what he’d wanted me to say.
“I want to come with you inside of me,” I breathed.
“That’s so fucking hot.” He slipped his hand from my panties, and he sat back on his knees. “God, you’re a fucking fantasy come to life, G.”
As embarrassed as his words made me, I didn’t care. I wanted him. And I needed him inside of me.
He reached for the hem of my tank top and peeled it off. “Jesus Christ,” he said, awed by the sight of me topless laid out before him. He bent down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, sending tingles firing. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I closed my eyes, reveling in his words and the sensation of his lips on my nipple. This was not at all what sex with Gino was like.
Thayer’s tongue swirled around my pebbled peak, and zingers shot between my legs. He moved to my other breast, worshipping that nipple the same way. He bit down lightly, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Holy. Shit.
I tunneled my fingers through the back of his hair, wanting him so damn bad. “Thayer,” I pleaded.
He glanced up at me through sexy eyes.
I bucked my hips.
He smirked. “So impatient.”
God, that smirk went right to my core.
He peeled my shorts and panties down my legs before standing and tossing them onto the chair. I expected him to drop his sweatpants, but he didn’t.
My body hummed with anticipation as he stared down at me, naked and sprawled out on the bed before him. I let him look, the desire in his eyes a heady feeling. I looked at him, too. His rock-hard abs. His vibrant tattoos. It was all adding to the moment. “You still have your pants on.”
He nodded slowly.
I pushed myself up and onto my knees, crawling to the edge of the bed.
I grasped the waist of his sweatpants and pulled them and his boxers slowly down.
His erection sprang free. Holy hell. He stepped out of his pants while watching me with hooded eyes.
I grasped his erection with both hands, prepared to make this good for him, but he stepped back and away from me.
“Whoa. You want this to be over before I’m even inside of you?
” He retrieved something from his pocket—a condom—and used his teeth to tear open the packet.
I watched as he rolled it on the length of him, then his eyes met mine.
As if he’d given me a silent direction, I inched backward onto the bed, and he crawled over me, forcing me onto my back.
“Is it wrong that I want to savor every second?”
It was there in his eyes that I could see how important this was to him. And I didn’t want to do anything to ruin it. I shook my head. “I do too.”
He captured my lips, and his tongue swiped out, tangling in an easy dance with mine.
The kiss was so familiar, as if we’d done it a million times before.
But it was also so new and exciting, and I didn’t want him to ever stop.
His hand reached down, and he aligned himself with me.
He rolled his hips once and, since I was beyond ready, he slipped right inside of me.
My back arched as the sensation felt like no other.
He was bigger than Gino and so much sexier.
I grasped his ass and lost myself in the feel of him thrusting in and out of me.
His agile hips moved the way they did on a mountain, so smooth and perfect and pulling out every sexy stop.
“God, we fit together perfectly,” he groaned as his hips continued to roll.
He wasn’t lying. I bent my knees, crossing my ankles behind his ass. I wanted to feel every part of this. He quickened his thrusts, the new angle causing his dick to brush my clit repeatedly. My eyes pinched tight. Everything between my legs was twisting and coiling and ready to release.
“Thay-er,” I breathed.
“I’m right with you, G,” he said, all breathless and raspy.
The use of my nickname.
The thickness of him stretching me wide.
All of it happened at once.
My insides constricted. My inner coil unraveled. And, vibrations shot out in all directions. I held on tightly as my body quaked, and the most intense orgasm I’d ever had ripped through me.
Thayer buried his face in the side of my neck and continued thrusting, his hips chasing his release. Suddenly, he groaned through gritted teeth and his body stilled, his chest rising and falling as he rode out his own orgasm.
I held him close as he relaxed on top of me. His heartbeat raced like mine. I didn’t want to say anything to spoil the moment, so I just lay there with him in my arms, committing it all to memory.
He finally pulled back and stared down at me with flushed cheeks. “Thank you, G.”
I met his gaze. “For what?”
“For making my first time memorable. I was saving myself for you.”
I laughed. “You’re such a liar.”
A smile broke out across his face—a glorious, dimpled, easy smile. “First time with you.”
I shook my head. “Thanks for not making this awkward.”
His brows lifted. “Why would it be awkward?”
Was he seriously going to be this cool about it?
“Let me go get cleaned up, and then we can snuggle,” he said, graciously letting me off the hook so I didn’t have to respond to his question.
“I don’t remember inviting you to stay,” I sassed.
“Well, that’s too bad because I’m staying.” He climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
I covered my face with my arms, feeling lighter and more sated than I’d been in a very long time. I hoped we hadn’t screwed everything up. Because the way I felt in that moment was a feeling I’d been devoid of for what felt like forever. And, now that I had it, I didn’t want to let it go.
Thayer returned in all his naked glory and climbed under the sheets with me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and dropped small kisses to my shoulder. “I could get used to this.”
I closed my eyes, knowing in another life, I could too.
“Go to sleep, G. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Promise?” I asked, hoping I didn’t seem as needy as I sounded.
“Promise,” he said.
We didn’t talk after that. I wasn’t sure if Thayer had fallen asleep right away, but I definitely didn’t.
My body was abuzz with so many emotions.
Confusion. Elation. Fear. I lay there in the darkness, focusing on Thayer’s even breathing.
I could get used to falling asleep to that sound each night, not to mention having his strong arms wrapped around me.
There was something about having him beside me that made me feel safe and protected.
It was an unspoken thing I couldn’t quite understand.
But, if I were to consider all the years we’d known each other, I’d probably find that it had been that way for quite some time.
I inhaled and focused on his steady heartbeat.
The mere knowledge that he existed could carry me through my toughest days.
It was messed up. I was messed up. I knew that.
I just didn’t know what I was supposed to do now that I’d crossed the line with him.