The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(124)

But then he moved down, grasped a teeth full of my panties and tugged them down my legs. When his tongue licked up my sex, I couldn’t help it. I grabbed fistfuls of all that sexy, soft hair, and I ground my hips up against him, riding his face into oblivion.

When he sat up, wiping his mouth and grinning down at me, I shuddered out a heaving, happy sigh, loving how mussed his hair was.

“I told you how much I loved the taste of *, didn’t I? When I thought you were another guy.”

I nodded, hoping he didn’t realize he was making a huge mistake by being here like this with a liar like me.

But he only smiled as if amused by revealing such a thing to me. “I told you a lot of shit. Way more than I’ve told any other living soul on the planet.”

Not sure what to say except sorry he’d misplaced his trust in me when the entire time I’d been too afraid to even reveal my gender to him, I held my breath. Because I wasn’t really sorry. I’d cherished every little confidence he’d ever fed me.

His green eyes looked sad as he looked down at me and smoothed his hand over his hip. He was still fully dressed, but I could see his arousal tenting out the front of his pants. I had to admit, I’d never had a guy in a tux go down on me before. It was kind of classy.

“Is that why you came back the second night?” he asked. “Because you knew how much I hated one-night stands? You needed to make it two nights, so I wouldn’t be upset?”

I shook my head. “No. I came back to tell you the truth because I hated making you live through another one-night stand. But then you kissed me, and...” I shook my head, letting him know the rest was history.

Masculine triumph entered his gaze as his lips twitched. “So my mouth has some kind of mystical, mind-controlling power over you, huh?”

“You could say that again,” I didn’t mean to mutter.

He laughed and slipped from the bed to take off his jacket and then unbutton his dress shirt. “You’re going to have to show me how this power I have works.”

Sitting up to help him with the top buttons, since he’d started at the bottom, I smoothed my hands inside the shirt, over his chest and slipped if off his shoulders. “All you really have to do is curve it up into a smile, and I’m pretty much a goner.”

“Really.” His lips slid into a pleased grin. “Like this?”

“Mmm hmm.” I pressed my mouth to his pecs and he buried his fingers into my hair, letting me have a little fun before he pulled me back and urged me to lie down again.

Then he removed his pants, watching me the whole time. When he reached for the condom box and took out a foiled package, he held it up between two fingers and said, “Last one. Did you know I’d end up using all of them on you when you bought them for me?”

I shook my head. “I bought them, thinking you’d never use any on me...and hating every woman who’d get them instead.”

He concentrated on rolling it into place before he stretched out above me and gazed into my eyes. “And here, you were the only one.”

I shuddered out a breath, tears glistening in my eyes because I knew I was being given a gift. I didn’t deserve to be here. Gently, I brushed his hair across his forehead, relishing the moment.

“Remy,” he whispered.

When he pushed inside me, I gasped and arched. He clenched his teeth and kept his gaze on mine, even as his green eyes went glazed with lust. “Goddamn,” he rasped. “You always take the whole thing. I’ve had women ask me not to thrust the whole way in because they couldn’t take it. Empty, shallow f*cks. But not you. Never you.” He leaned down, his lips hovering over mine as he slowly moved inside me, pushing all the way in before retreating so he could plunge again.

Then he kissed me. I wrapped my legs around him and gripped his hair while our mouths mated. He put more power behind his hips, nudging me up the mattress with each mighty thrust.

“How’s my mouth doing now?” he asked between pants, his breath falling on my ear as he slid his nose along my jaw. “It let you know what I really want, didn’t it?” Then his teeth nipped my earlobe before he whispered, “Say it.”

God, I did know what he wanted, but I couldn’t deliver. It’d hurt too much. So I closed my eyes and clung to him tighter as he pumped his body into mine.

He spiked into me a little harder, piercing me deeper. “Damn it, Remy. Say it.”

I whimpered my refusal and clenched my eyes shut before burying my face in his neck.

But Asher cupped the back of my head with a gentleness I didn’t expect. “Please.”

The ache in his voice was my undoing.

“Te amo,” I whispered.

He groaned and arched his neck up. I watched the satisfaction cross his face as he closed his eyes and let his mouth fall open as if he were experiencing the ultimate nirvana.

Addicted to his response, I repeated, “Te amo,” as I slid my fingers up his throat before leaning in to kiss his pulse. Digging my heels into the base of his back, I urged him deeper into me and I sucked on a spot directly under his ear. “Te amo más de lo que nunca he amado a otro.”

He had no idea what kind of love words I spilled, but they set him off. Clutching my ass in one hand, he gripped my hair in the other. Then he kissed the shit out of me as he surged, coming with a masculine growl of release.