Page 51 of The Stand-In


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The bastard wants me to spell it out for him? Fine. “Since I had sex, Drew. So, sure, it might be like riding a bike, but since the last time anyone has touched me like that, I’ve been pregnant, had a baby, and raised that child forten years.And I thought I was fine with it. God knows that I’m so attracted to you that I can’t think straight, and I’mreadyto be with you, and—damn it, stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you can’t stand the sight of me.” I reach up to push my hair off my face, and I hate that my hand is shaking.

His shoulders deflate, and he hangs his head for a moment, then shakes it and walks right over to me,picks me up, and carries me to the couch where he sits and settles me in his lap.

“You hurt my feelings,” he admits and brushes my hair off my cheek once more. “And that made me shut down, and I apologize for that. It won’t happen again. Why didn’t you just talk to me about this? We had two hours in the car on the way here.”

“Because who wants to admit to the guy they have the biggest crush on in the history of crushes that she’s terrified of getting naked with him because she has stretch marks on her stomach and probably isn’t very good at the whole thing on top of it? That’s not sexy or fun or flirty.”

“Maybe not, but it’s necessary because, whether you like it or not, I’m not going anywhere. We have to figure this out so we can fix it. In case you missed it, babe, this isn’t a one-night stand for me. If that’s all I wanted, I would have simply driven you over to my house, done the deed, and taken you back home.”

“Not at all romantic,” I murmur and watch when he grins. That simple grin pulls all the dread right out of me.

“We’re at the beginning of something really great here. Are we at least on the same page on that?”

“Yeah.” I sort of melt into him and kiss his cheek. “Yeah, we can agree on that.”

“Why haven’t you been intimate with anyone in so long?”

I sigh and look toward the dark windows. “Because I had a kid to think about, and then the mess with his dad, and then all the businesses and travel andlife. Sure, I went on dates here and there, but there was nothing long-term. I didn’t even sleep with Felix, and that pissed him off. He retaliated by having sex with someone else in my bed.”

“I’d like to punch him,” Drew says.

“Ididpunch him,” I reply. “He threatened to sue me for assault, and I told him I’d have him brought up on breaking and entering charges, since I didn’t give him permission to come into my home.”

“He has the balls to come back around again after all of that bullshit?”

“He was brave because of my father.” I shrug and then wrinkle my nose. “I guess I kind of killed the mood.”

He stands, as if I weigh absolutely nothing, marches us into the bedroom, and sets me on the mattress.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he says as he crawls onto the bed, urges me back against the pillows, and then hovers over me and kisses me until I can’t remember my own name, “but I’mreallyinto you. I don’t think that anything could kill this mood unless you said that you want nothing to do with me and told me to take a hike.”

“I’m not going to tell you that.” My breath hitches when his hand pushes under my sweater and glides over my ribs. “You haveexcellenthands. Like,reallygood hands.”

“It’s from my days as a quarterback. You have to know what you’re doing.”

I start to laugh, but then those clever hands slip my sweater over my head, and he makes quick work of my bra, and before I know it, I’m lying half-naked beneath him.

“Damn,” he mutters, staring at my breasts. I can’t help but smirk. “What?”

“I don’t have the best tits. It’s a byproduct of having children. I could get a boob job, but I don’t really want to. No shade to anyone who does, it’s just not my thing.”

“So, here’s the thing. You keep mentioning being pregnant and having a baby, a baby I happen to know and like, as if it’s a bad thing. In fact, I haven’t seen anything that I don’t like, London. You need to get out of your own head for a while.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I’m an overthinker from way back. How do you propose I do that?”

A slow smile spreads over those magical lips, and his hands reach for my jeans. He nudges them down my legs, tosses them aside, and then does the same with my underwear.

I wish, more than anything, that it was dark in here. But the flip side of that is, I want to seehim.

“Look at this amazing body.” He blows out a breath, shakes his head, and nudges my thighs apart with his shoulders. “So, no one has touched you like this?”

I feel his fingers tickle my most sensitive flesh, and it makes my back arch.

“Just my vibrator.”

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