Page 72 of Fall For Me
“Yeah,” I say.
He chuckles, knowing I’m not convinced, and kisses me on the temple.
“Come on. We’ll have time to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie like we used to if we leave now.”
I raise a brow. “Ooh, do I get to pick the movie?”
“Whatever you want, baby. I’ll probably just watch you watch it anyway.”
And that’s exactly what he does. As he sits next to me on the couch, I feel his eyes on me. His thumb grazes my arm, causing goose bumps to pebble my skin. A tingle shoots to my core, and my pussy clinches. Maverick’s mouth moves on the screen, but nothing he says makes sense because I’m too caught up in Sean’s touch. What is it about watching movies in the dark that puts you in the mood? Seriously. As soon as the room goes dark and the lights from screen flicker across your face and bounce around the room, it’s like a signal to the brain that says “time to fuck.”
Sean dips his head, brushing his lips against my shoulder in a soft,teasing kiss. I turn to him, my hand sliding up his chest and gripping his shirt to bring him closer, then my mouth is on his.
“Mmm,” he moans, sending a thrill straight through me.
Nothing turns me on more than hearing the sounds he makes. His hand shifts to my jaw, fingers curling gently as he tilts my face up, deepening our kiss. Every stroke of his tongue makes me crave him more. He’s pressed against me, but it’s nowhere near close enough. I need him inside me. My teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, and he pulls back.
“Mi amor,” he strangles out, his voice low and gravelly. “Sigue haciendo eso… y no voy a poder aguantarme.”
“I don't know what the hell you just said, but it sounded sexy as hell coming from your mouth,” I tell him, climbing into his lap.
My lips find his again, and as his tongue lightly grazes mine, heat rushes through my body. I grind my clit against the huge bulge in his pants, chasing the friction.
“Sean,” I sigh as he drags his mouth down my neck.
His lips come back up and capture mine again, and without breaking our kiss, he stands, lifting me in one smooth motion. My legs instinctively coil around his waist as he carries me to his room. We cross the threshold, and he sets me on my feet, then I feel my blouse move up.
He’s not gonna want you after seeing your chest.
My hands fly to his, gripping onto them tightly. Either caught up in the moment or not realizing that I’m trying to stop him, he lifts my blouse a little higher.
He loves you, Hannah. He’s doesn’t give a rip about your fucking chest.
I loosen my grip and feel the silk slowly slide up past my belly button, but as his knuckles graze the ribs right below my chest, my mind becomes my worst enemy.
Mutilated. Ugly. Disfigured.
What were you even thinking, taking him back? You obviously weren’t thinking about the fact that he would eventually see you completely naked. What a dumbass. Did you honestly believe you could continue to keep your shirt on, and he’d just keep fucking you from behind? Fucking boring.Remember when you had a nice big rack? Yeah, I bet he does too. So, what if he’s going down on you and he absentmindedly reaches up to play with your tits? You have no fucking tits. A sheet of paper has more curves than you. When that happens—and it will happen—that’ll be embarrassing as fuck for the both of you. Just imagine his fingertips tweaking the fucking air, God, Hannah.
Again, my hands tighten, and I press down to stop him.
He breaks our kiss and releases a sigh. His eyes squeeze tight as if he’s in pain, then he lowers his head, his brows resting against mine.
“You don’t trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
He leans back, looking into my eyes. “No, baby, you don’t. Because if you did, you wouldn’t keep trying to stop me from taking off your shirt.”
Humiliation sets in, and his face blurs as unshed tears fill my eyes. I don’t want to tell him the ugly thoughts running through my head, but I also don’t want him to think I don’t trust him.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you.” My voice breaks as I try to hold back my tears. “I’m embarrassed, Sean. It’s ugly. Really fucking ugly. And okay, you’re right . . . maybe I’m scared that once you see me, you won’t want me anymore.”
“I love you. Every fucking part of you. There’s not a single thing about you or your body that I’m not out of my goddamn mind obsessed about or that I don’t think is beautiful. Even the parts thatyoubelieve to be ugly. There’s not a damn thing that could make me not want you.”
When I look away, he cups my cheek and brings my gaze back to his, and with raw emotion in his voice, he pleads, “Please don’t hide yourself from me, baby.”
Silence stretches around us. He raises the helm of my blouse just an inch but stops.
