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I wrap my arms around myself and nod.
And a storm passes over Tudor’s expression, but he doesn’t leave like I think he’s going to. He stays hunkered over my windowsill, glaring at the rug.
“If my being here has made you unhappy—”
“It hasn’t.” I clear my throat and try to sound serene. “I’m sorry to see you go, that’s all. But you’re right, it’s late and I’m sure you have a million places to be—”
Tudor’s halfway across the bedroom before I can blink.
This time, when he kisses me, he doesn’t hold back. He crashes over me like the waves out on the sand, his fingers burrowing into my hair and his mouth rough against mine. And it’s all I can do to cling on tight to his sweater and gasp; to tilt up my face and ride out the onslaught.
Tudor kisses me like he needs my lips on his to breathe. Like every touch, every taste, drives his need higher and higher until the last thread of his humanity is frayed.
“You want me to stay?” His words are dark. Delicious. He bites my bottom lip so hard that I whimper. “Is that it? Say it, Carmen. Say that you want me to stay.”
Well, Iwouldif he let me catch my freaking breath.
“Wan’ you to stay.” I manage to mumble against his mouth. I’m clinging to the songwriter for balance, neck aching as I crane my face closer. A few heated kisses aren’t enough. I want more, and I don’t care about playing it cool or protecting my ego anymore. Ineedhim. “Please, Tudor.”
His groan vibrates all the way down to my bones.
Then the room tilts and his feet thump against the rug, and I’m carried across my own bedroom floor. Tudor sets me in the center of the bed, his arms tensed rock-hard with restraint, and then he steps back, half melting into the shadows.
Arm stretched out, I make a soft noise.
White teeth gleam as he smiles. “I’m coming, sweet girl. Be patient.”
But a few seconds later, and I’m still all alone on this bed while he watches me from the darkness. I’m still wound tight and untouched, my teeth chattering from impatience, so I take matters into my own hands.
My t-shirt whispers against my skin as I yank it over my head. My bra goes next, and I lob it in Tudor’s general direction, grinning when I hear it bounce off his chest.
“You’re testing my restraint,” he warns. Yeah, he sounds tested alright. If he grinds his teeth any louder, my neighbors will hear it.
“Then give in.” My breathing is ragged as I flop onto my back, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my sweatpants. “What are you waiting for anyway?”
The mattress dips, and a strong, male hand comes down on mine, pinning me in place. “I was savoring the moment, Carmen,” Tudor says from somewhere above me in the darkness. All I can see is shapes and patches of shadow, and somehow that adds to the excitement. Tudor hasalwaysbeen just out of sight.
“Consider it savored.”
A huff of laughter stirs my hair. “Yes, ma’am.”
When he knocks aside my hands and grips my sweatpants himself, I lift my hips to help him pull them down. And though he goes slower than I would have, peeling my clothes down my legs like my squishy thighs are some big reveal, I don’t mind. I bite my lip and lay back, and I swear I canfeelhis reverence.
The wind whistles through the open window, raising goosebumps on my bare skin, and strokes over my arms, my hips, my belly.
“So perfect,” the songwriter says, voice hoarse.
If he says so.
There’s only a faded pair of blue cotton panties between us, while Tudor is fully dressed in jeans and a dark sweater. That contrast makes my breath hitch, and suddenly I’m done with his lazy perusal of my body. He keeps stroking and teasing, rubbing calloused thumbs over my nipples, and it’s working me into flushed mess.
His pulse thrums in his wrist when I catch it. “Will you touch me? Downthere.”
An exhale. “Of course.”
With the darkness swallowing up most of his features, this feels like one of my late night dreams. Like one of those many times when I couldn’t sleep and my fingers trailed south, forging a path down my chest, along my stomach, before dipping between my thighs, and all the while I thought ofhim.
The bed creaks, and I feel rather than see Tudor lower himself over me. Warm breath mists against the bare skin of my hip.
