"I trust you," he said, moving his hand from her hair to her temple. "It's late. I should go so you can sleep."
"No." She grabbed his hand and tugged him closer. "Stay here? We can just sleep. That's fine. But it's too late for you to drive home."
"Is that what you want?" he asked. "To just sleep?"
She licked her lips. "I don't know. I thought--what with the heavy conversation--"
"Do you know what I want?"
She shook her head, her eyes wide.
"This," he said, and then kissed her, tentatively at first, but then wilder as she opened to him, her desire for him so real and intense it humbled him.
She still had the sheet over her chest, but now she let it drop, then moved onto his lap, so that she was naked and straddling him over his jeans. "Touch me," she demanded. "Take me."
He moaned, so hard now it was painful. And it wasn't even her body that was affecting him--though Christ knew he wanted to lose himself in her soft curves. It was the fact that she wanted him. That she so clearly desired him.
And that the truth about who he was hadn't extinguished the fire between them. If anything, it had strengthened it, because he knew that she wanted him. That it was him. The man, not the actor, not the prostitute's son. Just him.
He let his hands roam over her back, her soft skin. Then he cupped her head and pulled her close, kissing her wildly, making her moan.
She whimpered, and he couldn't get enough of her. And when her hips moved and she rubbed herself against his jeans, he thought he'd come right then.
"That's it, Sugar. Baby, that's so hot."
"You're teasing me."
"I like watching you want me. Your skin flushed. Your lips swollen. I want to tease you. To draw it out. To make you beg so that there's no doubt that you want me."
"I've wanted you since the first moment I met you," she said, and he felt the truth of her words cut through him. "But that was only physical. Now I want you, Lyle," she said, and his head spun with the satisfaction of hearing his own thoughts reflected back at him.
"Please," she murmured. "Please."
"What do you want, baby?"
"Everything." She climbed off him, then stretched out on the bed. "Everything, but mostly you." She licked her lips as she met his eyes. "Touch me," she demanded. "Touch me, please. Touch me, and then make love to me. I want to explode, Lyle. I want you to make me explode."
That was an offer he couldn't ignore, and as she watched him, her eyes heavy with lust, he stripped, then got back on the bed.
Roughly, he spread her legs, then just sat there on his knees as he let his eyes roam over every inch of her. Her polished toenails. Her smooth legs. Her sweet, wet pussy, open and ready for him. She was completely smooth, and he could see the flower of her core. The heat of her need. And when he lifted his gaze to her face, he also saw that she was biting her lip, her head turned as if embarrassed.
"You're beautiful," he said. "Do you have any idea how turned on it makes me seeing you like this? Wet and open and ready for me?"
She didn't say anything, but she met his eyes, and didn't turn away again as he continued his lazy inspection, this time punctuating his examination with kisses. Her belly button, her abdomen, her breasts. And then finally her sweet mouth.
"Please," she begged when they broke a heated kiss. Her arms went around him, her fingers clutching her back. "Please don't make me wait."
"Your wish," he said. "My command."
He trailed kisses back down to heaven, wanting to taste her first. To take her to the edge and push her over, making her come before he thrust himself inside of her.
When his mouth closed over her pussy and she trembled under the torment of his tongue, he knew that it wouldn't take long. She was so aroused, so damn close. And when he flicked his tongue over her clit, then sucked gently, she arched up, crying out even as she reached for his head, holding him in place as he ate her out, as she cried his name, as she shattered all around him, letting herself go completely in his arms.
He didn't let up, not even when she begged, and he used his tongue to squeeze the last bit of the orgasm from her until she was begging him to fuck her, to be inside her.
"Please," she demanded. "Now, Lyle, I want you now."
He didn't hesitate. How could he when he was so close he was about to explode? When he was so desperate he thought he might go insane if he couldn't feel her tight around his cock. He couldn't go slow--he tried, damn him--but she was so wet and so ready that when he thrust into her, he went hard and deep.