With a tortured groan, he pressed his mouth against mine and licked inside again. Just like that, the embers that’d been burning between us turned into a fully fledged fire. His hands breezed up my sides under my t-shirt, pushing it up until it was bunched under my armpits.
Moving his mouth away from mine, he kissed down my neck until he got to the crook and sucked the skin into his mouth gently. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough for me to feel it.
A feeling of impatience took over, and I shifted until I was sitting upright and tugged my t-shirt over my head. Uncaring where it landed, I tossed it to the side and dropped back down, pressing my bra-clad breasts against his chest.
“I have deep feelings for you, too,” he said suddenly, just as I was contemplating how to get his t-shirt off without having to move off him. “They get deeper every day.”
Everything inside me froze, and my head snapped up to look at him in shock.
“Don’t look at me like that. Everyone saw it. I just couldn’t figure out how to drop my bullshit so I could get you to see it, too.”
“I had no clue,” I breathed, my hands fisting in the material of his tee. “Why didn’t you ever say?”
“Because I was an asshole,” he said simply. “I focused on my ego and paranoia instead of what’s important—you and Tobe.”
He’d put me in the same category as his son. I didn’t know what to do with this information.
“Me and Bub?” I checked, deciding that making sure I’d heard him right first was the best move to make.
“Yeah, two of the most important people in my life. The others are my family and the Townsend-Rossis.”
Sitting up again, I tugged on his t-shirt. “Get this off.”
While he worked on it, I moved my shaking hands to his belt and undid it before undoing the top button of his jeans. A quick check over my shoulder showed he’d taken off his boots and socks like he usually did when he came home, not wanting to track crap through the house that Toby might crawl over.
Hands on my hips drew my attention back to where he was lying shirtless now.
“That’s not fair,” I snapped, looking down at my upper half then glaring down at his. “You’ve got lumps and bumps that look even better in the moonlight—and they were far from shitty in the sunlight—and I’ve got this.” I gestured at my chest and stomach, unsure whether or not I should move so we had the comforter over us for this.
“Baby,” he murmured, dragging his palms up my sides until he got to my breasts. Moving them so he was cupping one in each hand, he hefted them like he was weighing the globes in his palms. “I’m just glad you don’t have a man chest with excessive amounts of body hair everywhere.”
I snorted out a shocked laugh, then covered my eyes and groaned. “I hate that you saw me in that.”
“I love that I saw you in it,” he countered. “It’s a memory I hope I’ll never forget, even though I wish I could bleach my eyes at the same time.”
Dropping my hand, I grinned down at him, then watched as his eyes fell to where his thumbs were rubbing softly but firmly over my nipples through the lace. “Thank fuck the rest of your underwear isn’t like that.”
“You haven’t seen the panties I’m wearing,” I joked.
Shaking his head slowly, he sat up until we were pressed chest to chest, and trailed his hands around the back to where the clasp would typically have been.
“It’s a front fastening one. You won’t find anything back there.”
Pulling away slightly, he brought his hands back around to the front and twisted the clasp behind the bow between my breasts, causing the two halves to part.
“I feel like I’m opening a present,” he murmured, trailing the tip of his tongue over the part of my right tit that was above the lace cup. Parting the bra fully, he sucked in a breath and then swooped down and drew my nipple into his mouth.
I’d never felt anything like it in my life. Sure, I’d written about it but feeling it was completely different from what I’d described. Pushing my fingers into his hair, I held his head in place as he moved to the other side and gave that nipple the same attention he’d given the first.
I had to admit, I wasn’t overly blessed in the chest department. I was a good B-cup, but that was about as good as it got. Apparently Remy liked this because he moaned and called them “beautiful.”
Kissing back up my neck, he gently gripped my nape and used it to angle my head down so he could kiss me again.