He reached a hand down, caught her behind the knee, and hiked her leg over his hip. Her kiss didn’t halt, and her hold didn’t free him, so he let his fingers run from the back of her knee up her thigh. Wren’s skin was so soft; he flattened his palm against it and sunk into the sensation.
Lee traced his fingers to the hem of her shorts, her skin even softer and warmer there than he could have imagined. He wanted to touch her all over. “I need to take you to my room,” he murmured against her mouth.
Wren’s only answer was a nod, but it was all he needed. In one motion, Lee grabbed her other leg, settling her astride him. She was almost weightless, but as she clung on and kissed him while he crossed the house, Lee feared he’d go dizzy.
Mounting the bed with her, Lee knew he had to be careful. He knew Wren’s fears hovered close, so he would rush nothing. He wanted her with him every step of the way, and if there was a step that was too far, Lee wouldn’t dare push.
He laid them down, knowing instinctively not to let their bodies lose contact. Above all else, Wren needed to be reassured that he wanted her. Of course, there could be little doubt since he had gone as hard as steel again. But he needed her to know not only that he wanted her, but how. He wanted her for today. And tonight. And next week. And next year.
And he knew he’d want her for the years after that if she gave him the chance.
She was peace. She was exhilaration. He could share anything with her. Wren might tease him playfully — like she had about his ringtone — but she didn’t want to change him. With her, he could be himself. She freed him and bound him to her all at once.
Lee gave thanks that the late afternoon sun streamed through his open curtains. There was a long list of things he wanted to do with Wren, and discovering the wonders of her skin was definitely in the top three.
But there would be time for that. He had yet to get his fill of kissing her. Lee rolled them onto their sides, cradling Wren in his arms. Stretched out beside her, the length of her body pressing into his, he lost himself in her kiss.
Her leg found its way to his hip again, and Lee welcomed it. When he drew his fingers along the soft flesh behind her knee, she gave a small cry against his mouth. The sound lit his skin on fire. He had to hear it again.
Moving his fingers slowly, deliberately, Lee traced a swirl behind her knee. He was rewarded with the softest moan he’d ever heard, and his cock leapt.
“You like that?” Lee whispered against her mouth, continuing his sensual swirl.
Blushing, but beginning to smile, Wren turned and buried her face in his shoulder.
Helpless against her blush, Lee grinned like a fool. “Oh, don’t hide now. This bear’s exploring.”
Wren pulled back, eyes wide. “What—”
But Lee pushed himself up and rolled Wren onto her stomach. His fingers ran down the backs of her thighs, and Wren’s head dropped to the mattress.
“Ohmygod,” she muttered.
“Youdolike that,” Lee murmured, lying down again next to her legs and propping up on an elbow. With his right hand, he traced the colorful bird behind her thigh. “What’s this?”
“Huh?” she asked into his comforter, sounding only semiconscious.
Lee smiled wider at her obvious pleasure.
“This colorful bird with the blue head,” he said, outlining the bird’s beak and red chest with his pinky. “I’ve never seen it before.” The creature had dark green wings and a touch of yellow on its shoulder.
“Oh… Painted Bunting,” she said.
Shrouded in jewel-like leaves, the brilliant bird perched on a thin branch. Lee drew over every leaf edge, every feather.
“It’s incredible.”
“Itfeelsincredible,” Wren mumbled.
Smiling, he ran his fingers down to the inside of her knee again, earning himself another delicious moan. “Have you always liked this? Is this, like, your off switch?”
Wren turned to face him, pressing her cheek into his mattress. “I don’t know. No one’s ever done this before.”
Lee couldn’t hide his surprise. “No way. Seriously?”
She nodded, her expression unreadable.
Lee leaned forward and pressed his lips to the inside of her knee, and she settled even deeper into his mattress. When he drew his tongue along the crease, Wren reached up and slammed her hands against the headboard.