Page 67 of When There Was You
Our hands and lips and tongues rove everywhere, hard meeting soft, emerald and amber colliding, harsh breaths andlow moans between us. Our bodies move in tandem, familiar yet strange, exploring, wanting, greedy, needy.
A sheenof sweat coats our skin as we come down from another ridiculously earth-shattering round. This shouldn’t be so easy. Soright. We hardly know each other.
Butch slowly withdraws, and our uncoupling leaves me bereft. His long arm snags the towel waiting on the bedside table, and he gingerly soaks up the residual evidence of our latest orgasms. Me first.
Engrossed in his task—one he’s clearly enjoying—he murmurs, “I like how you trim this.”
I shift onto my elbows. “What do you mean?”
His gaze remains focused. “Like a heart.”
“Um, I don’t do any . . . grooming . . . there.”
“Huh. Your pubes are heart-shaped,” he says, tracing the outline with reverence.
This is news to me and now I want to see for myself.
“It even swirls in the middle and leads right to this delicious entryway.” His fingers follow, and command central perks up even though she’s satiated. Or maybe she never will be with Mr. Sex God around.
“I don’t have much experience with what other girls look like down there.”
His head tilts. “Yours is . . . dainty. And fucking perfect.”
Although he seems reluctant to leave my pubic region, he inches alongside me and props himself on one elbow. The fingers of his free hand thread through mine. Our gazes lock, and it’s almost too intimate.
“I like you, Sundance.” It sounds like a confession.
My lips lift. “I like you too, Butch.”
“I haven’t liked anyone in a long time,” he admits.
“You’ve been burned.” It’s a statement. I recognize fellow burn victims wellafter the fire.
He nods, raking his top lip between his teeth. “It’s hard for me to trust women.”
Butch, we’re parking our cars in the same garage.“It’s hard for me to trust men.”
“Guess we make a hell of a pair then.” He smiles ruefully, squeezing my hand before exhaling a prolonged sigh. “Here’s the deal. My life is complicated, my time scarce, and we’re separated by enough distance to make this difficult. But I want to know you better.”
I’m guarding my own castle and can’t fault him for guarding his. I’m neither ready nor looking for a serious relationship, and yet our attraction is undeniable. “I’d like that too.”
Butch pulls me in and wraps his arms around me. “So, we’ll take it slow.”
“Slow,” I repeat.
“Even though we’ve already done dirty deeds.”
I laugh. “Even though.”
“To clarify, I’m not done with dirty deeds.” He languidly strokes the planes of my back and over my ass.
“I hope not.”
“This is new territory for me,” he murmurs. “I want to let you into my life. There are things you need to know about me. Things that might make you run the other direction. I need to trust you first, and the only way to do that is time.”
Can I ever tell him about Mick, Remy, and me?Should I?“And if I run away?”
Butch pulls back, his gaze pinning mine. “I’ll chase you down and haul your pretty ass back into my bed anyway.”
