Trashy (Take It Off #10)(54)
Author: Cambria Hebert

“I’m sure,” she said. “If I change my mind, I’ll have to put in a call to the boss.”

“Hmm,” I said, lowering my head. “You can call him anytime.”

I captured her lips in a slow and sensual kiss. I kept it light and undemanding, I never wanted her to feel smothered. But this morning, Roxie wanted more. Her fingers dug into my waist and she pressed herself closer, deepening our kiss.

I groaned in the back of my throat as emotions and desire swirled up inside me.

I licked into her mouth, caressing her tongue with mine and nipping at her lower lip. In the back of my head, I willed myself to cool down, but it was so fucking hard.

Her kisses had increasingly become a little more demanding every time. Her touch seemed to burn me a little more, and it was getting harder and harder to pull back.

Roxie slid her hands down my waist and delved her fingertips in the towel at my waist. I stilled and waited for her to pull away.

She didn’t. In fact, she gave the soft material a little tug.

I lifted my head and looked at her.

Her fingers continued to tease the edge of the fabric. I put my hand over hers. “Sweetheart, are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“I’m trying to make you want me,” she whispered.

My hand jerked over hers. “I always want you. You don’t even have to try.”

“Even since…?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I drawled. “Nothing could ever make me not want you. You know I’m just giving you the space you need to heal.”

“And I love you for it,” she said.

I smiled. I never got sick of hearing her say that. It felt like I won the lottery every single time she said those three little words.

“Adam?” she said, stepping a little closer. “I don’t want space anymore.”

My chest rumbled with the growl that ripped from deep within me. “Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent,” she replied.

Anticipation zapped my nerve endings as she led me into the bedroom. The bed was still unmade from this morning, and she stopped at the end.

I lowered to help her tug off her boots, but when she reached for the button on her jeans, I sat on the end of the bed because I wanted her to set the pace.

She slid them off inch by delicious inch, and the towel wrapped around my hips turned into a tent. Her eyes heated when she saw how badly I wanted her, and she quickly pulled off her top and bra.

Her body was perfect. Smooth, creamy skin, curves and full breasts, my hands itched to touch her.

She stepped up in front of me and took my hands, lifting them to her body. I was all too eager to touch her. It seemed as if it had been forever, and I relished the moment and the trust she had in me.

Unable to stop myself, I leaned forward and licked down the center of her abdomen, trailing kisses across her middle. Then I moved over and paid special attention to the tattoo she’d gotten.

“I love this,” I murmured, tracing the heart outline with my finger. “I never get tired of seeing this on your body.”

Her hand palmed the back of my head and pressed me into it just a little bit harder, and I sucked at her flesh.

The day of the attack, she’d gone to a tattoo parlor before work and had the fading note I’d casually drawn on her made permanent. The word beach, had faded away worse than the heart, so she didn’t have it put on, but the heart and the xoxo were there forever.

She was disappointed she didn’t get to surprise me the way she wanted to. Instead, I saw it at the hospital when she was getting treated for her injuries.

But no matter how I first saw it, I loved it. It was a permanent mark between us. The proof that she’d totally become mine.

She told me later that when she’d gotten out of the shower that morning and saw it would disappear soon, she had to do something to save it. She wanted my writing on her forever.

And so it was.

“I love you, Adam,” she whispered as I kissed over the heart one more time.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” I said as she pushed me back and pulled away the towel.

She climbed over my body and straddled my waist. Her naked torso arching up over me was one of the most beautiful things I would ever see.

“I’m going to drive today,” she said as she wrapped her hand around my throbbing cock with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“I’m all yours.” I grinned.

“Forever?” she asked.

“Even longer,” I vowed.

It was the easiest promise I ever made.

THE END