Chapter 10 #2
He seemed to understand that I was anxious to move forward.
To get this over with. Many of the women had told me of their wedding nights.
I didn’t know much of sex, but if their experiences were the norm, this wouldn’t be pleasant.
He shifted until he was cupping my face.
I looked up at him and my breath caught as he lowered his head.
His kiss was warm and gentle at first. Just a meeting of mouths. His lips were softer than I thought they’d be. He released my cheeks and his arms slid around me, pulling me closer to him as he deepened the kiss.
I parted my lips for him and the rush of desire that filled me when his tongue brushed mine surprised me.
This man had managed to get my heart racing more than once since we’d met a few days ago, but kissing him was doing more than that to my body.
I was pressed against all the hard planes of his muscles and something clenched low down in my belly when I felt his erection prod me.
That one brief kiss with Billy behind the woodshed had been my only experience and I’d thought it would remain that way. Now that Derek was kissing me, I was so glad it wasn’t. His lips were eliciting all sorts of pleasant sensations. He chased away the nerves as he changed the angle of our lips.
Clinging to him, I leaned into his body, desperate for more. My body had never been more alive. Nerve endings tingled as his fingertips brushed over me. My lips were swollen and sensitive, but I never wanted him to stop.
The kiss took on a more determined note as he pressed me back against the counter. This wasn’t the kind of kiss I’d gotten before. That had been a quick pecking of lips and then hours of paranoia that we’d been seen.
This was the kiss of a man. A man who knew what he was doing.
Derek’s hand slid up under my shirt and gripped my hip.
His thumb dipped down below the waistband of my pants and my eyes popped open.
I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. Turning my head, I broke the kiss, dragging in ragged breaths.
It was hard to pinpoint the different sensations and feelings that were zipping through me.
He’d balled me up into one huge cluster of need.
No wonder people want to do this so much.
Derek didn’t let me breaking the kiss deter him. His mouth trailed down over my neck, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. Who knew someone licking over your neck would feel so good?
During the few times I’d managed to get on the computers I’d been able to learn a few things from the outside world.
Things they didn’t teach us. I’d watched a porn video once.
It had been so…loud and fast and…awful. I hadn’t dared to look again.
In fact, I’d only made it partially through that one.
Enough to know a few things. So I wasn’t going into this completely blind.
“C-can we go into the bedroom?” I asked. My legs were shaking and I wasn’t sure I could hold myself up much longer.
Without a word, he raised his head, took my hand, and led me into the room we’d be sharing from now on.
As he closed the door, I disentangled my fingers from his and sat on the bed.
I watched as he approached me. Squeezing my hands into fists, I continued to stare as he reached behind him and pulled his shirt off over his head.
My eyes roamed over his body and I sucked in a little breath.
He had muscles everywhere. There were tattoos that covered both arms from shoulder down to his wrists.
My fingers itched to trace the ink that ran over his skin.
Aside from his, I’d never seen tattoos in person before, only a few pictures on the computer. My eyes drifted lower.
His abs were well defined and made me want to rub my hands over them. He was very different, physically, than the men here. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him shirtless, but before I’d been worried about caring for him and hadn’t had the time to enjoy the view.
He was watching me, his blue eyes intense and focused completely on me. It made me shiver with delight. There was a hunger there that even I could recognize. He nudged my thighs apart and stepped in between them.
My eyes kept darting away from him, then it was like they were drawn back, like moths to flame.
I didn’t want to be rude and stare, but he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen.
He was forcing my body to feel things I’d never really known.
He’d only kissed me for a few minutes and my panties were damp.
“Do you want to touch me, Sloane?”
My eyes shot up to his. I didn’t know what to say.
A smile spread over his face. “I don’t have to call you Sister Sloane in our bedroom, do I?”
I choked on a laugh. “No. Sloane is fine…Derek.”
He grimaced. “In our home I’d rather you call me, D. Or Rip.”
“Rip?”
“It’s my middle name,” he explained. He leaned forward and encircled my wrists with his hands, dragging them forward.
I gasped when my fingers flattened out over the abs I’d been longing to touch. His skin was hot and smooth. He released my wrists, but I left my hands where he’d placed them. He didn’t make any mention of the scars on my wrists, though I knew he’d felt them against his fingers.
“Go ahead and touch me, Sloane. I’ve been waiting to feel your hands on me.”
Swallowing, I smoothed my hands over the ridges of muscles.
The courage to ask him why he’d been imagining me touching him never appeared, so I kept my mouth shut.
He had a light dusting of hair that started low on his belly and led down beneath the slacks he was wearing.
My finger traced it downward until it hit his waistband.
A deep groan sounded, causing me to jerk my hand back. I looked up at him, but he was watching me with hooded eyes.
“You’re going to fucking kill me.”
That made me blink. I opened my mouth to ask him if I’d done something wrong, but all I could do was gasp when he moved onto the bed, straddling my thighs as he wrapped a hand around my throat. Was he going to hurt me?
He pushed gently against my throat and I laid back for him.
He went back to trailing his lips over my neck and collarbone.
His hand wasn’t squeezing, but I still had a hard time breathing.
It had more to do with what his tongue was doing than with his fingers.
At least that was true until his free hand shoved my shirt up.
I couldn’t contain the squeal when his fingers brushed over my sides. Jerking away from the soft touch, I grabbed his wrist with both hands.
His chuckle vibrated against my skin. “Ticklish?”
I glared up at him as he tickled my side again.
“Stop that,” I snapped, trying to squirm away again.
There was nowhere for me to go, though. His knees were on either side of my thighs, and he had me pinned down by the throat.
The fact that he was being gentle with me was the only reason I wasn’t panicking.
Having a man pin me to a hard surface by the throat wasn’t new to me.
What was new was the heat that was coursing through my body.
His dominant position on top of me was turning me on. It was strange and new, but I didn’t ask him to stop. I sort of liked it. Just not the tickling. He’d made me forget all about the scars. About finding myself ugly because of them. He made me feel beautiful and desirable.
“Okay. I won’t do that again,” he murmured as he raised his head and took my lips again. This time he dove into a deep kiss.
The moan was dragged out of my chest only to be swallowed up by his mouth.
Embarrassment seeped in. I wasn’t sure if I should be making any noise.
The lady in the video had made more than her fair share, but I couldn’t figure out why at the time.
If this was what she’d been feeling, maybe I understood now.
My eyes snapped open when Derek’s—Rip’s—fingers pinched my nipple. I hadn’t realized until that moment that it was a hard little bead. The stinging ache felt so good that I gasped and turned my head again, breaking his kiss.
His lips followed mine and he slid his hand up a little higher until he was gripping my jaw.
He wasn’t allowing me to escape him, but between his tongue dancing with mine and his fingers moving over my breasts and nipples, I couldn’t breathe.
There was too much pleasure. If I made it out of this without drowning in it, I’d be lucky.