“I love you. You’re the only man for whom I’ve ever been this vulnerable. And if you break my heart…” It would end me.
“Won’t happen.” He pushed me onto the bed and got rid of my shoes and socks before pulling off my pants and underwear.
Crawling up the mattress to lie on top of me—and oh, did he feel glorious—he said, “You’ve been driving me crazy with your loose clothing. I always wanted to know what was underneath, and damn, you’re fine.”
I knew I was likely blushing in the light from the lamp I always kept on when I left the house. “I will never compare to you, but if you like it, that’s good.”
“How can I not?” he said, grabbing me around the waist and turning us so I lay on top. He ran his hands over my shoulders, back, ass. “All that work you do on the house has toned your body to perfection. I can’t stop touching you, looking at you.”