Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
Emi’s cheeks burned with mortification.
Why had she done her little striptease so soon after meeting this man?
He probably thought she was a filthy slut, going from Fallon to him so soon after being freed. Hadn’t he said she needed time to recover?
Hell. In her own way, seducing George was her attempt at self-recovery. She needed to know if making love with a man was even possible after being forced for so long. She worried that she would freak out if a man tried to touch her naked body.
That afternoon by the creek had given her a glimmer of hope and an idea of what was to come. She hadn’t freaked out. In fact, she’d been disappointed.
Disappointed that he’d stopped at a kiss.
She’d wanted so much more.
A few long moments passed.
She hadn’t heard the sound of his footsteps or the click of a closing door.
Emi strained to hear anything that would indicate George had left the room.
Nothing.
“Are you gone?” she called out from beneath the covers.
“Nope,” his muffled voice responded.
Emi groaned. “Are you just standing there judging me?”
“Nope, again.”
“Fine. Judge me.” She lay still, praying he’d leave so she didn’t have to face him in embarrassment.
More moments passed.
“Are you still with me?” she asked, remembering he’d asked her that a couple of times when she hadn’t thought she’d live to the next day, much less the next minute.
Footsteps sounded, coming nearer.
The comforter slid down her face until she saw George standing beside the bed, smiling gently down at her.
“Look, mister, I’m not asking for a pity fuck,” she said. “I thought we had a moment out there when we kissed. I guess I was wrong. Go away and leave me alone to get over my stupidity.”
“Scoot,” he said.
Emi glared. “If you’re just going to sit there fully clothed while I’m naked beneath the sheet...no.”
His eyebrows hiked. He didn’t respond to her words. Instead, he turned away.
Fine, he could leave. Emi didn’t need to know if she had anything left inside or if she’d enjoy sex ever again. She couldn’t blame him for rejecting her.
Who would want her after she’d been another man’s...
She couldn’t even name what she’d been. It made her feel disgusting all over.
Emi wished George would hurry up and leave so she could take another shower. Never mind that it would never wash away the dirty way she’d felt every time Fallon had taken her. Just thinking about it made her want to heave.
But George didn’t leave. He toed off his shoes, pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto a chair. Then, he shucked his jeans.
Emi’s breath caught in her throat.
He was one of those kind of men who went commando.
She’d never look at him the same. In the back of her mind, she’d see his naked butt beneath his jeans.
Her pulse raced, and her breathing grew erratic as she feasted her eyes on the muscles rippling across his back. She liked the way his body narrowed at his waist and then swelled into the firm, rounded muscles of his buttocks that begged to be touched.
Fallon had nothing on this man. He wasn’t fat, but his muscles weren’t nearly as defined or hard, and he had man boobs almost as big as Emi’s.
Gross .
Now completely naked, George turned to face her.
No man boobs on this guy. Every part of his body was solid muscle, honed and well-defined from his massive chest to the six-pack abs and further south to that other rock-hard appendage, standing at attention, twitching in anticipation.
“I didn’t think you found me at all attractive,” she said, her voice breathy. Emi couldn’t quite get enough air into her lungs.
“Oh, I’m attracted to you,” he said. “Very much so.”
“I can see that now.” Emi’s tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips.
“I just didn’t think you were ready to be...intimate...with a man,” he said, his words sliding over her, fanning the flames. “I’m still not convinced you are.”
Emi tore her gaze from his magnificent cock, the sight of which made breathing nearly impossible. She looked up into his face. “I want you, George. The last time I felt anything like desire was when I made out with my lab partner in college.”
He nodded toward the bed. “Scoot.”
She slid sideways on the bed, making room for the big marine, her heart thumping against her ribs.
George laid down beside her, and though their thighs touched briefly, he didn’t reach out to touch her with his hands.
“Emi,” George said her name and waited for her to meet his gaze. When she did, he continued, “You don’t have to offer sex to attract a man.”
She let go of the breath she’d been holding on a laugh. “Apparently, I can’t attract a man even when I offer sex.”
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he said, his engorged cock, bumping against her hip. “I find you very attractive, with or without clothes.”
“Thank God,” she said. “Because I find my pulse racing, and I get all hot in the usual places when I’m around you. I wanted to touch you, but I was afraid of my reaction to you touching me.” She paused. “Until you touched me when we were kissing.”
“I’m sorry,” George started.
“I really hope you’re not sorry,” Emi said. “Because I liked it. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stand a man touching my body ever again.”
“Exactly the reason why I couldn’t go further and why it’s probably a mistake, me being with you now,” George said. “You were violated and have only known bad sex. I didn’t want to perpetuate that awful feeling.”
“Neither do I.” She turned on her side to face him. “That’s why I wanted to experience good sex, to remind myself that there is a difference. I want to know how I’ll react when I lie naked with a man I want to be with.” She ran a hand over his chest. “I want to know I won’t go catatonic if he touches me.”
George rested his hand on her hip for a moment and then slid it along her side, following the curve of her waist to the swell of her breast.
Emi’s breath caught and held.
“And how does that feel?” George asked.
She fought to inhale deeper, her body lighting up with raging desire. “So good,” she said, exhaling her pent-up breath.
He tugged the comforter down, exposing the breast. Then he leaned forward and covered the nipple with his mouth, sucking it in gently. His tongue snaked out and flicked the tip.
Emi sucked in a sharp breath.
George immediately released the nipple. “Are you all right?”
“No, I’m not all right,” she said, her voice sounding suspiciously like a wail. “Why did you stop? Can’t you see? I want you so badly, it almost hurts.”
He frowned. “If I do anything that bothers you, all you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will.”
“So noted,” Emi said. “Now, could you pick up where you left off? Please?”
He captured her nipple in his mouth and nibbled the tight little bud, flicking it over and over with the tip of his tongue.
George, still lying on his side with Emi lying on hers, moved lower in the bed, pressing kisses to each of her ribs. Letting his hand glide ahead of him, he moved ever lower to the juncture of her thighs.
“Just so you know,” Emi said, breathless as if she’d been running, “I had the doctor test me for everything. I’m clean. No STDs. But we’ll still need protection. Do you have some?”
He nodded. “In my shaving kit, but we won’t need it.” His hand cupped her sex.
“No?” she said, her back arching in response to his touch.
George slid a finger inside her channel, swirling around in the moisture her body had generated.
“Are you sure we don’t...need protection?” she asked, her voice catching as his finger circled inside her.
“Positive,” he said as he moved further down the bed and gently rolled her from her side onto her back. “Tonight is all about you.”
He parted her legs, slipped between them and draped her thighs over his shoulders.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You’ll see.” He parted her folds with his thumbs and flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Her fingers curled into the comforter, and her hips rose, eager for more.
“Getting the picture?” George asked, his breath warm on her sex.
“Yes!” she cried. “Oh, yes!”
He chuckled and applied his tongue to that nubbin of nerve-packed flesh, rocking her world with the shock of electrical impulses shooting through her. She’d never experienced anything like it...before him.
The more he flicked, the tighter her body grew, like a bowstring being stretched to its very limit.
When she thought it couldn’t get more tense, he touched her there once more.
The bowstring released, igniting an explosion of sensations that ricocheted throughout her body in fiery bursts.
She rode the waves, her core pulsing with the force of her release.
When she finally fell back to earth and the soft mattress beneath her, she remembered how to breathe.
George climbed back up the bed to lie beside her, his hand resting lightly on her hip.
Still in the afterglow, Emi reached for his cock. “I want you inside me,” she said.
“And I want to be inside you so badly I’ll have blue balls by morning.” George shook his head. “But not tonight.”
Her hand wrapped around his dick. “Why not?”
He didn’t pull free of her grip. “You wanted to know what good sex is like for a woman without the remembered violence of penetration. Sex can feel good when your partner takes the time and effort to please you. Don’t settle for less.”
She cupped his cheek and stared into his beautiful blue eyes. “Thank you.”
He laughed. “Trust me...it was my pleasure watching you come apart.”
Emi lay back, a smile curving her lips, deliciously satisfied and still naked next to a naked man who hadn’t hit her or forced her to do things she didn’t want to do. He’d pleasured her without expecting anything in return.
George pulled her body against his, spooning her, his hard cock pressing between her butt cheeks.
She wiggled her ass, hoping to gain traction with his shaft.
“Not tonight,” he said as if forcing the words between gritted teeth.
“Are you sure?” she asked, wiggling again.
“Positive.” He lightly swatted her bottom. “Sleep, woman.”
A little disappointed but charmed by the man who’d sacrificed his own needs to see to hers, she lay still in the warmth of his arms and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Her last thought as she succumbed to slumber was that she’d see her daughter soon.
Please, please let us find her alive and well.