Nothing But Trouble (Malibu University Series)(67)

“We’ll use condoms.” His feet walk into my line of sight. He opens the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a strip. My stomach twists and turns. I won’t deny that seeing them ready to go by his bed bothers me.

“When was the last time you got tested?” I muster the courage to say.

“Beginning of the semester. I haven’t been with anyone since.”

That’s when my eyes finally lift to his. And there, in bottle green, is the indisputable truth. His mouth hooks up in a small smile. “You’re surprised that there’s been no one else?”

I nod, speechless from shock.

He shrugs, trying to seem casual and failing. “You’ve taken up all the space in my head.” His smile melts, his tone serious. “You’ve owned it since the day I met you.”

It downloads all at once, critical information. I’m in love with him. I am madly in love with him.

Oh, shit. This feels scary. As if I’m out on a limb by myself.

“What about you?” he says and swallows. Is he nervous? He can’t be. Can he?

I stand and slowly inch forward, closing the gap between us. A few inches away I stop. Reaching out for me, he grips my hips and pulls me closer. My hands slide up his sculpted chest, muscles honed by years and years of grueling workouts, skate up the column of his corded neck, his skin hot and silky. His Adam’s apple bobs.

I want to lick him there, taste the heat and the salt, inhale his scent. “You’re asking me if there’s been anyone else? For real?”

He grins, a face-breaking ear-to-ear one. “My ego needs to hear it.”

“Your ego needs no such thing.” His smile melts into something more important. His humor turns to reverence. “But if you must know then, no, there hasn’t been anyone. Not for a while. Not since you drove into me––I mean into my life.”

A slow grin takes over his face. He sighs and leans in, closes his eyes, and places his lips on mine. Sweet, searching, testing. The kiss deepens and a minute later he’s moaning into my mouth. His arms wrap around my waist. His hands palm my ass and squeeze, pressing me against his erection.

“Why did we wait so long to do this?” he says against my lips. Truer words were never spoken. He’s right. It feels so good I want to cry.

Gripping my ass, he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and his erection, hard and thick and perfect, nestles between us.

“Bailey, swear to God, I’m going to blow a load in my pants if you keep doing that.”

“The bed. The bed,” is all I can manage in between the thrill of having his hands on me and the kiss to end all kisses.

He drops me on the bed and takes my foot in his hands, slowly and deftly unbuckling the delicate straps of the sandals. He chucks the shoe over his shoulder and starts tugging on my toes. Holy triple gasp. I moan, my head falling back in utter erotic ecstasy. “Those aren’t mine. Don’t ruin them.”

He does the same to the other sandal, the other toes. Then he steps away, grabs a handful of his gray t-shirt, and pulls it off. This view never ever gets tired, or stale. His body is a masterpiece, a perfect example of the sheer beauty of the human form. The result of unrelenting hard work and dedication.

“Can I ask you something and you can say no.”

“Yes. My answer is yes to any question you have while you look at me that way.”

A grin explodes on my face. He hooks his thumbs on the edge of his silky shorts and pushes them down, taking his underwear with them. And holy quadruple sigh, the man is beautiful.

“Can I photograph you naked?” I chew on the tip of my thumb as I wait for his reaction.

His eyebrows go up. “Nudy pictures? Didn’t see that as your kink.”

“Stop it. I just think your body is beautiful…it’s art.”

The smirk drops, replaced by a tender vulnerability that makes me want to hug him. “Okay. Anything for you.”

His erection slaps him in the belly as he reaches for the strip of condoms. As soon as he rips one off, the mood shifts. He crawls onto the bed and comes after me. His fingers hook over the edge of my skirt. I barely have enough time to unbutton it before he tugs it down, taking my underwear with it, and pulls it off.

“The things I’m going to do to you, Bailey––you’re going to pay for every time I had to shoot a load in the shower just to get some relief. Every time I chaffed my dick at night thinking about you.”

He sounds so genuinely irritated about it that it makes me laugh. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He retaliates with a nip to my hip bone and a dip of his tongue into my bellybutton. Then he kisses me between my thighs and I become a throbbing, aching, empty ball of need. The Reagan Reynolds is a shameless tease.

He pushes the cups of my bra down and under my breasts. They feel heavy and neglected. Propped up and on display for him, he spends time worshipping them, sucking on each nipple until they’re hard and sensitive and I’m incoherently begging him for more.

Up on his knees, he looks down on me with undisguised triumph on his face while he rolls the condom on. My gaze travels to his big hand, gripping his cock.

Hello, new friend.

“Alice…”

It’s the tenderness in his voice that gets my attention. It’s all there, in his naked eyes. Everything I need to know about this moment. His feelings, the friendship, the affection, the sense of relief. All the same reasons I’m here right now, in this bed with him. I open my arms and he comes willingly into them, leveraging his considerable body weight on an elbow.