Chapter Twenty-Four #2
Sliding his lips to my wrist, he presses his warmth against my pulse point. His whiskers scrape across my skin, sending little shocks through my arm, and his eyes never leave mine. “I want to know all of you, to explore all of you. I will show you just how beautiful those parts can be, together.”
My heart melts in my chest as a rush of heat soaks my panties. When he’s with me, next to me, talking to me, he’s genuine. He makes me feel like the most important person on the planet.
It’s only when I’m left alone with my thoughts that I question him. He’s never done anything that justifies questioning him. On the contrary, he goes out of his way to be present.
It’s possible that the problem is me.
Obviously, the problem is me.
He’s known from his first meeting with me that I don’t let people in unless I trust them.
Coming here all the time, standing next to me every chance he got, even if I turned away from him.
Attempting to talk to me, even when I gave him clipped answers before I fled.
Always looking out for me, even when I wouldn’t give him the time of day.
I roll up onto my toes until my lips are just a breath away from his. A nervous tremor in my belly at what I’m about to do makes my voice shake when I whisper. “I want you to show me.”
He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against his hard front. I can feel his need for me pressed against my stomach, long and hard, and it makes the tremors stronger, strong enough that I know he can feel them.
Sliding his fingers gently around my nape, he holds my eyes captive, the heat from his hand is splayed across my lower back. “You are in control, lepa, you tell me what you want.”
“Kiss me.”
He tenderly takes my lips. Soft and slow. The warmth of his tongue sliding across the seam asks for passage and I open to him, tasting him. Weaving his fingers in my hair, he tilts my head for a better angle and, even when soft and slow, he is claiming me, guiding me.
The more aroused I get, the harder my tremors become, and my whole body is shaking against him. I want him, I want to feel him, but I can’t stop shaking. After avoiding any man’s touch for the better part of my life, it’s like every muscle in my body is waking up for the first time and I’m… scared.
Breaking the kiss, I look up at him. “I want you to touch me.”
Reaching for the door handle, he gently pushes it closed and walks me backward toward my bed. We stop when the mattress touches the backs of my legs.
He cups my face again. “If you want me to stop, I will stop.”
Nodding my head, I sit on the bed and scoot to the middle, clenching my teeth to stop them from chattering.
Placing his knee on the bed, he crawls toward me, stalks would be the better word, his icy blue eyes never leave mine. He cups my cheek again and his lips are on mine, hungry but gentle, dominant but yielding, softly pushing me back.
He settles next to me, propped up on his forearm next to my shoulder. I lift my hand to touch his face, but my fingers are trembling so bad that I’m a little embarrassed. He looks at my hand and grasps it in his, stroking my palm with his thumb and dips his head to kiss my wrist again.
A small smile plays on his lips when he lifts his head back up and looks at his T-shirt covering me. “I like seeing you in my shirt.”
With chattering teeth, I say, “I wanted to be close to you.”
“I’m always close to you. Even when you don’t see me.”
He sets my hand on the bed next to my head, and he locks eyes with me as his fingers gather the material to expose my stomach, then his warm palm is on my skin, pressing against the center of the tremors that are moving across my body in waves. He lifts his brow. “Okay?”
I nod.
“Words, lepa.”
“Yes.” It’s a shaky whisper.
Slowly lowering his head, his hand moves around my hip, and I feel his lips on my belly button, making me gasp, setting my core on fire. The muscles in my stomach are jumping like a stormy sea and he softly presses kisses from hip bone to hip bone.
His lips move up the center of my belly to my chest, dragging against my skin, but when I feel his lips close around one of my pebbled nipples, my back arches on its own. Suction on my nipple combined with his teeth gently scraping over the tip almost makes me come.
“Oh god.” I softly whisper.
He lifts his head, and his icy eyes are full of desire, but he still pauses and watches me. “Okay?”
Even with my body shaking like a leaf, I need him, I’m aching for more of him. “I need you to touch me, Brana.”
Lifting his body, he straddles my legs, his large hands circle my ribcage, setting my skin on fire, and his lips are on my stomach again.
When his fingers loop over the waistband of my shorts and drag them down my hips, his lips leaving a fiery trail to my pubic bone, I suck in a breath and hold it.
He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. “Breathe, lepa. I’m only kissing you, and I will stop if you want me to.” His voice is soft and soothing.
Releasing the breath in one big whoosh and taking several measured breaths, I realize my hands are fisted in the comforter on each side of me, my knuckles white.
“Do you want me to stop?”
With my voice still shaking, my core aching for relief, I clip, “You better not.”
He smiles and my shorts slowly move down my hips. When his mouth closes over my slit and his tongue moves across my clit, my world shatters and I nearly come off the bed with a loud gasp. He grabs my hips and stars dance across my eyelids, sparks pulse in my core overtaking the shaking in my body.
He sucks, licks, and nips until my orgasm wanes and moves his mouth, one kiss at a time, up my body to my neck, jaw and then my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue as he kisses me.
The shaking in my body is minimal, and I feel like a wet noodle. He cups my jaw as he kisses me and props himself on his forearm again. Lifting his head, his eyes move between mine. “Okay?”
Confusion pulls my eyebrows together. “Are you stopping?”
He slides his thumb across my bottom lip to my cheek. “I don’t want to push.”
My breaths are still coming fast and I pant, “I just had my first orgasm with another person. You can’t stop now.”