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At that thought, my hand trailed down his stomach to his jeans, but he caught it with his and interlaced our fingers together.
Dammit. I strained against him, rubbing my chest against his, and a low growl emanated from him. “Taryn,” he whispered against my lips.
He was going to tell me to stop. Maybe I should, but I didn’t. My lips opened over his once more, then I lifted to kiss his cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead, and then his throat. Bending down, I lifted his shirt over his head and moved further down his chest. I swept my tongue over each dip and between each muscle. He quivered under my touch. He was so strong, so powerful, but I had the control. With a sweep of my hand down his chest, he trembled.
He wanted me. I wanted him. My hands went back to his jeans. This time, he didn’t stop me. I wrapped my hand around him. His forehead fell to rest on my shoulder as I started stroking, back and forth. I felt him unbutton my jeans, and in seconds, his hand slipped inside, his fingers dipping inside me. I paused, gasping as he found my core, thrusting in and sliding back out.
My phone began ringing again.
Make it stop. I willed it to stop. I didn’t want to pull out of this haze, but it kept ringing. Tray paused. Then it went to voicemail and I started to relax again. He swept his lips against my shoulder, lingering there and a moment later my phone began going again.
God, no.
I began whimpering as his fingers went back inside me. I wanted him to go further, harder, but he pulled them out when my phone kept ringing.
“I’m going to kill whoever is on the other end.” I fell back, but he caught me so I wouldn’t fall all the way back, and then pulled me to rest against him. His head bent forward and his lips went back to my neck, nibbling there, such a teasing caress, and I sighed as my own began tasting his chest. I wanted to explore him again and a part of me was tempted to throw my phone, then come back and not let the world interrupt us again. I didn’t. Instead, I leaned over to the floor. Tray trapped my waist, holding me on him so I wouldn’t fall, and I grabbed my phone.
It was the same unknown number. I frowned, but tucked the phone away. Whoever it was would be dealt with later.
Tray skimmed a hand up my arm, sending new shivers through me as he did. He murmured, “You never said why you’re scared of me.”
A helpless laugh came from me. “You mean beside this? What we just did?”
His hand curled around the back of my neck, and he moved me so I was looking up at him. Our eyes caught and held. He was somber. “This scares you?”
“What you can do to me
scares me.” I was being honest. It was freeing. Then I frowned. I had never been this open with Brian.
“You mean this?” His hand dipped down and went between my legs again. He paused, his fingers right where I wanted them and he smiled. “Or this?” His other hand rested between my breasts. My pulse was racing, and my heart seemed to leap to meet his touch.
He felt it and his smile grew tender.
I swallowed. “Both. You’re real.” Real relationships. That’s what we had talked about. “That makes me want to shit my pants.”
His fingers teased me and slid back inside. Then he grew serious again. “This shouldn’t scare you.”
“Spoken from someone who knows his family, who’s had the same friends probably most his life, who never had to move from home to home.”
He frowned, but said, “Spoken like someone whose father is a disgrace to me.”
I sat upright. “You’ve never said much about your family.”
“Neither have you.”
“My family was Jace and Brian. I’m trying to move on from them.”
He touched my bottom lip, drawing my attention back to him. “What are you thinking?”
I hesitated, then said, “About letting you in.”
His eyes were so serious, but the corner of his mouth lifted in a slight grin. “I thought we were assholes, and we were going to remain assholes together?”
“Sometimes assholes lie.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “And they aren’t assholes to the ones they let in.”
His chest moved up and down beneath me. His hands rested on my hips, and I remained there. What the hell were we going to do? No. What the hell was I going to do?
“Yo!” A hard knock came to my door.
