Resolved. And the food had definitely rejuvenated me. I pushed my plate and glass aside, and crawled toward Crew. He regarded me with twinkling eyes. “What are you up to, Sara?”
“Nothing,” I said, all innocence, pushing his plate aside.
He leaned back onto his elbows and watched me ease onto his lap. The locket swung between us. Lord, his hips felt nice under me. For the hundredth time, I lost the need to pinch myself. Just feeling him was enough. Because I remembered this lap. I remembered this face. I knew it like none other. “Wish I had some music.”
With a grin, he clapped his hands twice. When nothing happened, he shrugged. “Guess we’ll have to make our own.”
A ripple tickled up my stomach, from the comment or the way his abs bunched under me, I couldn’t say. Had he always been so fucking cute? So damned hot? No wonder I’d gotten hooked. There was a dare in his eyes. I didn’t need live music. I would hum one in my head. A nice, gritty blues song I couldn’t remember the name of. But all I needed was a beat.
I pushed him down to the ground and rose to my feet. His gaze went to my hands as I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied them off. I arched my back and eased my shirt up, up, up—and off. Determined not to chicken out, I swayed in place for two full counts and inched my way back down to sit on his lap.
Crew groaned. “Were you always this perfect?”
Nowhere near, but I wasn’t about to argue. I loved it. I let the pants fall to the floor, stepped out of them, and straddled him again.
“Fuck, Sara.”
His voice did things to me. As did my bare skin feeling his jeans, his skin, his arousal.
His hands trailed up my thighs, blazing a trail of tingles but his gaze held to mine. “I don’t know how much time—”
I put my hand up. “I never showed you enough. I didn’t let you in. I want to now.”
“You never let me in?” he said, his voice raspy with desire, his eyelids heavy.
Goosebumps raced over my skin. “I held back. I thought I’d scare you off if you knew how much I cared.” I moved my hand up and down his hard flesh. My mouth watered over what I wanted to do.
“You could never scare me off, Sara. You loved me. I loved every second of us. I knew then as much as I do now, that there’s no one in the world like you.”
Was that true? No one?
Afraid I’d cry, I retrieved a pillow for his head and settled between his legs. “Maybe I wasn’t sure you felt the same way.”
“Do you now?”
I nodded, forcing myself not to look away, even though tears threatened my eyes. “You came back, didn’t you? What more proof could I possibly need?” I took a steadying breath. “A lie detector test?”
He chuckled deep in his belly. His eyes flashed with recognition and heat. His breathing came out ragged from his parted lips. “Am I lying now?”
I grinned, wiggling my hips against the erection under me. “Doesn’t feel like it.”
He sat up, leaned me back and buried his face against my ribs. He inhaled and exhaled a loud puff. I wound my legs around him, feeling so much need I thought I’d lose my mind. My heart ached. My body ached. My soul ached for more.
I couldn’t say the words out loud again. Don’t leave me, Crew.
With another gasp of air, he pulled away, coming up to look at me. He cupped my face. “You make it hard to go slow, Sara. I don’t want to walk in the rain. With you, here like this, I want to run. But I also want to stand still and get drenched.”
“Jesus,” I breathed.
“It’s difficult, but I will, Sara. You deserve it.”
With a determined gleam in his gaze, and a lopsided grin, he laid me onto my back. One tear did slide down into my hair. He kissed my shoulder. His breath warmed my chest. His hands remained splayed under me, strong and solid. If only they’d never let me go.
My heart beat faster.
He teased kisses down the valley of my breasts, down my navel, to the edge of my panties. He bit the hem and snapped them. My thighs
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