“A little,” I reply honestly, weaving my fingers through the fine strands of his hair.
His smile holds a sweetness that quiets my nerves. “We’ve already seen each other naked.” He taps a palm over my heart. “In here.” Taking hold of my other hand, he says softly, “The rest of it, well, it’s just a bonus.” My fingers float down from his temple, trailing along his jaw. “Fuck, Ember. If it helps, I’m nervous too. Nothing has ever mattered to me this much and I want to do right by you.” With every word that comes out of his mouth, I fall a little bit harder for him.
I pull his face down to mine, my lips sliding over his until he opens and the tips of our tongues touch. It’s an explosion of feeling and desire that makes my hand wander to the front of his jeans, rubbing over his erection. He groans, arching into my hand.
“Fuck,” he curses again. His fingers fumble with my bra strap and I laugh because it takes him so long I almost offer to do it myself.
“Smooth, Davenport,” I tease when he finally flicks it open, easing it down my arms.
“Your tits are perfect.” His stare brands my skin, gaze alone making my nipples hard.
“They’re small,” I counter with a grin.
“Fuck that. They’re perfect.” He lowers his head to swirl his tongue around the tight peak. The wet warmth makes me moan and my knees go weak. “I want to taste you.” His tongue continues to flick across the tip. “I want to know what feels good to you,” he murmurs, licking and sucking until my head falls back, giving in to the tingles racing over my skin.
His hands are everywhere, spanning my back, my hip, my waist, as he uses his mouth until I’m barely able to stand up. He bends, his tongue forging a trail along the length of my stomach and my legs quiver. Without realizing it, I find my hands tugging at his hair.
He looks up at me with a knowing smile. “Something you want?”
I smile back but my face is hot, eyes fixed only on him. “Yeah. You.”
Evidently, that’s all he needs to hear before he rises to his feet and strips off his clothes. Not bothering to wait, I do the same until his eyes blaze, roaming my body like he’s lost in the desert and I’m his only hope for survival. In all fairness, my gaze is wandering everywhere, too. From his broad shoulders down to his toned arms, to a wall of rippled muscle. Then lower to his erection, thick and beautiful.
“It’s all for you,” he grins, and my gaze swoops to his face. “Only for you,” he clarifies, eyes holding an intensity that makes heat gather between my legs.
I’m not sure what I expect to happen next, but he tackles me and we fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter that is so much like us it makes me glow inside. In an instant though, his body covers mine, the laughter gone. All I hear is the sound of our breathing. All I feel are his lips coasting down my neck, my belly, between my legs.
“Oh, God,” I moan, letting my thighs fall open, aware of how wet I am, of how much I want him. His tongue does things to me I never knew were possible, gliding through my folds, back and forth, in slow, lingering circles. “Vance,” I whimper, latching onto his bicep and urging him forward.
He slides up my body, face so close to mine I can smell myself on his breath. “I love the way you taste,” he whispers, and then he kisses me, begging for entry into my mouth that I readily give him. It’s strange at first, but I don’t mind it. “I want to be inside you,” he rasps when he gently pulls back, and I nod my response because the emotion is too much. He strokes a finger over my chin before disappearing to the floor to find his wallet. My mind catches up with my body that this is really happening. But I’m not scared. I’ve never wanted anything more.
I watch as he tears open the package and rolls the condom over his erection, returning to me. No words are exchanged between us, and I don’t need any. Everything I need is clear in the depths of his eyes and the openness of his smile. I know that I’m the only one he allows to see this side of him. It makes a ball of happiness unfurl in my stomach, warm, like rays of sunshine.
“Ember,” he murmurs, breath stuttering in his chest as he guides himself inside of me, easing in slowly. It’s a feeling of fullness that already existed in my mind and heart—and now in my body. “Okay?” He studies my face for any signs of hesitation. But he won’t find any.
“Yes.” I smile, losing focus as he slides in then out, in then out. Long, drawn-out movements that overwhelm me. My hands leave his back and cling to his shoulders, muscles hot and damp under my touch.
“Breathe, Ember.”
Emotion gets the best of me and a lone tear comes out of nowhere and rolls down my cheek. Vance kisses it away. “We just fit—”
“I know. I feel it too,” he whispers, his expression filled with tenderness. I bring my hand around to caress his jaw and smile up at him. He has so many sides, and I love them all.