Be With Me(63)

Tears slid down her cheeks. He gently thumbed them aside as he gazed earnestly into her watery eyes.

“I do love you, Hutch,” she whispered. “Thank you for understanding and for not feeling threatened by the fact that I love Cam and Sawyer too.”

“We just want you with us,” he said so seriously as he stroked her hair. “We know it won’t be easy, but we’re wil ing to do whatever it takes to keep you with us always.”

“Make love to me, Hutch. I’ve waited so long.” He rol ed over her, planting his knees into the mattress as he looked down at her. With clumsy fingers, he eased her shirt up her body until it gathered around her neck.

Slowly, he moved each arm above her then worked the shirt over her head. He tossed it aside then lowered his head to her bel y.

Warm, sweet lips pressed to her rib cage. He feathered kisses over her skin, starting at the edge of her bra and working down to her navel.

His damp tongue brushed over the hol ow, swirled around the center, and then his teeth grazed the shivering skin. He fumbled with the button of her fly, final y popping it. The zipper scratched downward, and his fingers tucked into the waistband.

She arched upward to al ow him to pul the jeans over her hips. They slid down her legs, gathering at her ankles. She kicked as he pul ed, and seconds later she was free.

She lay there in the middle of the bed in her bra and panties. Her plain white, unsexy underwear. He didn’t seem to mind her taste in lingerie. He looked too interested in getting her out of it to notice.

He leaned down again and gathered her in his arms. He pressed a kiss in the val ey of her br**sts as his hands dug between her and the bed. His fingers found the clasp of her bra, and he worked it free.

He moved his hands up and over her shoulders, dragging the straps with his fingers as he lowered them down her body. His eyes glittered with desire as the cups of her bra came away from her br**sts.

Her ni**les puckered and tightened painful y, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. The bra went sailing across the room and then his hands returned to her sides. He wrapped those long, lean fingers around her rib cage, his touch firm and possessive.

A whispered sigh escaped her lips as his dark head bent to her breast. He lapped his tongue over one sensitive point, dragging it slowly over the tip.

She closed her eyes and whimpered as flashes of pleasure centered in her core, tightened her pu**y and sent a raw, aching need straight to her heart.

“Please,” she whispered. “I need you so much, Hutch.”

He raised his head, and their gazes connected.

Heat sparked across that connection, enveloped them and sent electricity racing through her veins.

He moved up to claim her mouth again. His fingers found her br**sts, plumping the soft flesh against his palms then fingering the ni**les.

“You’re so beautiful, Reggie. You take my breath away every time I look at you.”

Her heart twinged, and she glowed under his words.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I’ve always loved you.

You were the first person to truly love me.” His mouth grazed down her jaw to her ear and then below, whispering down her neck. His fingers flexed at her br**sts, splaying over her body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.

Kisses tickled her skin. She bowed her back when his mouth closed hot around a nipple. He sucked it between his teeth and held it there, nipping lightly at the taut bud.

She pulsed at her center. Hot, aching and needy.

She was swol en and ready. Her body was on fire and burning more out of control with each sweep of his tongue, each tender caress of his fingers.

The light rasp of his palms over the curves of her hips elicited light shudders. He hooked his fingers into the band of her panties, and he pulled downward until the smal triangle of curls was exposed to his sight . . . and touch.

He rol ed away, taking her underwear with him to drop on the floor. He stood hastily by the bed and began pul ing at his clothes.

He was shorter than both Sawyer and Cam, but his body was honed into a solid form of muscle and sinew. He and Sawyer both worked alongside their crews, and it was evident in the dark tan and the ripple of muscles across his shoulders and chest.

As he pulled his pants down, her breath caught when his rigid c**k bobbed into view. Surrounded by dark, wiry curls, it jutted upward, thick and heavy.

It was a sight that mesmerized her. She imagined his hardness inside her mouth, her body, stroking hard and deep within her.

She twisted and fidgeted on the bed, restless in her edgy desire to have him. Al of him.

When he started for the nightstand, she knew he was going after a condom.

“Hutch,” she said softly. “Don’t.”

He glanced up sharply, his gaze questioning.

“Are you sure you don’t want a condom, Reggie?” She shook her head and sighed, knowing that before things went any further they were going to have to have the same conversation she’d had with Cam.

She glanced down and closed her eyes as the bed dipped and he returned to her. He nudged her chin up with his fingers.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I just regret that because of me we even need to have this conversation,” she said with a sigh.

Genuinely puzzled eyes stared back at her. “Baby, you lost me.” Then his gaze sharpened. “Did Cam not wear a condom?” He looked almost angry.