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Troy seemed to understand what I needed.
When we reached the bedroom, he lowered himself onto the bed, taking me with him as we sunk onto the mattress together. With one arm wrapped around my waist, he pulled me closer until our bodies were pressed against each other from chest to thigh. I loved his closeness. I ran my hand down his side, and he let out a shaky breath.
He kissed me again, more urgently this time, and I was kissing him back, my hands and arms exploring every part of him. His hands roamed over my body, too. We were acting like two people who had been apart for years, not people who had spent so much time together. It felt like a part of me had always been hollow, something crucial had always been missing and now that we were together… I finally felt whole again.
You can’t think that way. You barely know him, and he barely knows you.
That might have been true but it didn’t feel that way. It felt like we’d known each other for a lifetime and being together was just…right.
Troy tugged up my shirt, and I helped him get rid of it. He kissed me again, hands roaming over my bare skin. He undid my bra, tossing it aside, and when he pressed his chest against mine, there was nothing between us. I relished the sensation of his skin on mine. I drank in his closeness and wished that this moment would never end.
Our tongues sparred as we made out. Troy took his time. He moved his body against mine, but he didn’t make a move to do anything else. It was like he felt the same way I did—he drank me in, devouring the taste and the feel of me, the same way I did with him.
Slowly, Troy moved his hands down my body. His hands hooked the waistband of my pants, and he pulled them down.
I wriggled and twisted on the bed, helping him get rid of them.
When I lay only in my panties, Troy sat back on his heels and studied me. He stared at me in awe, like he’d never seen me naked before, but this wasn’t our first time.
“What?” I asked and blushed.
“You have no idea how incredible you are,” Troy said, and I blushed harder.
“Not just physically. You’re fucking beautiful, Mackenzie, but your heart and your mind… you really are the full package.”
“Troy…” I said, not knowing how to respond to that. Troy was so straightforward with his compliments, and I wasn’t used to this kind of attention.
Sure, guys had always told me what they thought I wanted to hear to get into my pants or to get a foot in the door when it came to possibly dating, but none of it had ever really been sincere.
Troy wasn’t only straightforward, he was dead honest, too.
I knew I could trust him with everything I had, and when he told me I was incredible, it made me feel like I really could be.
Wasn’t that what a relationship was meant to do? It wasn’t only about the other person, about Troy and how I felt about him. It was about how I felt about myself when I was around him.
I ignored the fact that I’d just referred to what was happening between us as a relationship. If I started to unpack that, it would come with a whole new slew of questions, and I wasn’t going to ruin the moment by thinking. Oroverthinking, as I was prone to do sometimes.
Troy didn’t let the silence between us become awkward. He kissed me again. While he did, he slid my panties down my legs with his fingers. I felt his bare skin against mine, and I whimpered deep in the back of my throat. I wanted him inside me so bad it was all I could think about. I also wanted to make this last, to take it slow and savor it.
I had thought about him since the last time we’d slept together, but I hadn’t let myself want him. We were on opposite sides of a contract, pitted against each other, and this wasn’t supposed to happen.
Then again, who said work and pleasure couldn’t mix? Besides, we were adults; it wasn’t like we were breaking any rules, and we could be mature about it to keep our personal lives and professional lives apart.
Troy’s hand trailed down my body, sending my mind into a spin so I stopped thinking. His fingers grazed my core, and I mewled, my breath catching in my throat, before he plunged them inside me. I gasped and arched my back, my nails digging into his back as I rode the wave of pleasure.
He groaned at the sensation of my nails against his skin, his teeth gritted, and he dipped his head into my neck. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth, and I shivered.
He pumped his fingers in and out of me, his movements matching the rhythm of my moans. I was lost in the moment, in the feeling of his fingers filling me up and making me feel alive.
A sense of guilt tugged at me. I wasn’t dealing with everything that was going on the right way—I drowned my sorrows and ears in sex and distraction.
Troy was attuned to my body and my reactions—I hadn’t met a man so sensitive—because he pulled his fingers out of me and looked at me with concern in his eyes. “Is everything okay?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
I took a deep breath and looked at him, trying to compose myself. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. I covered my face with my hands, suddenly feeling small and vulnerable.
Ihatedfeeling small and vulnerable—I was always so on top of things.
Troy wrapped his fingers carefully around my wrist and pulled my hands away. My eyes fell on his, and they were filled with sympathy and care.
