Page 40 of Rescued Love
“It’s the truth.”
She gives me her full attention like she knows she needs to hear whatever I’m going to say next. With gentle hands, I lift her and turn her until she’s straddling my lap, and my hands are holding her hips in place.
Is my cock begging me to end this farce and slide into her warm, wet depths? You better fucking believe it. But I grit my teeth and hold myself back.
For now.
I cup one of her cheeks, her big brown eyes blinking at me as I take her in. “I was just sitting her watching you,” a small smile blooms on her face with my words, “and realizing how much awe you inspire in me.”
“Woah,” she breathes out and I chuckle softly.
“It’s true. You’re so driven, but what drives you isn’t about personal gain, it’s about empathy and care. That is a quality not a lot of people have, but more should. It would make the world a better place, a safer place, a place with less pain and more understanding.”
Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she shakes her head slowly. “I think that is the single nicest things anyone has ever said to me,” she whispers.
“I see you, Kitten, all of you,” I promise.
Her mouth crashes down on mine and I’m fucking lost. Kissing her feels like flying. I never want my feet to touch the ground again.
Her hands dive into my hair and her nails scratch my scalp sending shivers up and down my spine. My cock is fucking throbbing with every beat of my heart. I know each beat is for her.
For this amazing woman who, somehow, understands the power of forgiveness and allowing second chances when they’re earned. I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful in my life.
My fingers dig into her hips, and I help her rotate her hips over my lap. She gasps into my mouth when she feels just how hard she’s made me, how much I want her.
“Kimball,” I growl against her lips. “I want you so fucking bad, but I don’t want to move too fast.”
“Not fast enough,” she mewls.
She pulls her lips from mine, and I groan at the loss of contact. When she reaches down and yanks her threadbare shirt up and over her head, her pretty tits jiggle in my face. I’m tempted to wipe my mouth because I’m sure that I’m drooling.
Her nipples are hard and a dusky rose color that is just begging for my mouth on them. Keeping my grip on her firm so she doesn’t think she’ll fall off me, I lean forward and circle around one of her nipples with the tip of my tongue causing her hips to jolt in my hands.
Her responsiveness is sexy as fuck, but it’s the long, low moan she lets out when I do the same to other side that has the grip I have on my control start to slip.
“Fuck,” I grunt, “are you sure?”
Her delicate hands wrap around the back of my neck and gives a little tug. When I look into her eyes, I can see her answer, but I need the words. It’s not about being sure, it’s about needing them to soothe my soul.
“I want you, Nathan,” she purrs, “I’m sure.”
I use one hand under her ass and the other in the center of her back, my hands almost lamenting at the loss of her hips in my grip, to hold her steady. I stand up and then stride towards her bedroom. When she squeaks, I chuckle at how fucking cute she is.
“Need to spread you out on your bed so I can see all of you, Kitten,” I rasp.
And then I follow through with my words. Her brown hair fans out around her as I place her, gently, in the center of her bed. As much as I want to look around her bedroom, I don’t. She’s the only thing in this room that I can see, the only thing that needs my undivided focus and attention right now.
I slide my hands up her legs and to her hips until I get to the waistband of her leggings. As much as I want to rip them off her body, I force myself to go slow and pull them, along with the thong she’s wearing, off her body.
“Fuck,” breathe out as I stand next to the bed, “you’re fucking stunning.”
She blushes and now that she’s naked in front of me I can see the blush goes down to the tops of her creamy tits. Yeah, fucking stunning is right. There’s no other way to describe my woman.
I reach back and tug off the shirt I’m wearing before dropping it and reaching down to make quick work of the jeans I’m wearing. “Need to feel your skin against mine,” I mutter, more to myself than to her.
“Nathan,” she calls to me, a siren’s song to do her bidding.
I’m more than willing to give her exactly what she needs. But if I move too quickly then I’m liable to come far too quickly. And it has nothing to do with how long it’s been for me and everything to do with my woman and the way she’s offering herself to me.