AllFreeNovel
Share Us
When her hands were about to touch him, he couldn’t help but be hard. He was glad the sheets hid his obvious arousal.
The first tentative touch of her hand was like silk. He closed his eyes.
The oil enhanced the firm and confident pressure on his shoulders, making it easier for her to massage his muscles.
Her hands were like magic, releasing the tension from the day. Working firmly on the knots in his back, she worked them loose.
He lay there for a long time, letting her care for him and drifting into a restful haze of bliss.
As she used the edge of her palm and thumb to smooth out the tension in his lower back with a firm, repeated, flat rolling motions, he closed his eyes and groaned. Using her fingertips, she pushed her way to the centre of his spine, creating a warm wave wherever she touched.
“You need to relax,” she advised.
It was challenging for him as her fingers worked from the top of his arse to the middle of his back.
His thoughts were no longer calm. There was a more sensual nature to them. “Believe me, I’m trying,” he said through gritted teeth.
“You are tensing up again,” she commented, digging her fingers into his lower back muscles.
He knew that he was tensing up once again. That tenseness would be obvious if he turned.
“You’ve got to stop,” he murmured into the pillow. He didn’t want her to stop touching him. He tried to keep her hands on him for as long as possible.
“What do you mean stop? Why?” she wondered in confusion.
It was evident that he was frustrated as he made a rough sound and groaned. “Because if you don’t stop, I won’t be able to control myself.”
They had been spending their nights together with her pert little arse pushed into the cradle of his hips. There was nothing more comforting than the soft touch of her skin.
The soft sounds she made were like music to his ears, and it always made him smile the moment he lay down as she almost purred a rumbly sound while he fell asleep, but all these nights and mornings had pushed the limits of his control.
Most of the time, when he woke up in the morning, he wanted to roll her onto her back and make love to her until they were both exhausted from the pleasure. Instead, he was tense as a result of his thoughts, and he was holding himself back from doing what he wanted.
“What?” she asked again, her thighs sitting more heavily on his.
His head rose, and he glanced over his shoulder to see her hands raised and a bewildered expression on her face. “What? Did you think you were undesirable? I assure you it is the opposite.” He rubbed his eyes and saw her eyes flutter in response.
“I wonder if you might not want to…” She paused.
He arched his eyebrows. “What did you think?”
“…that maybe you didn’t want me?” she finished and almost tentatively touched her scars.
Horrified, he bit out, “No.” His tone was tough and firm. There was no way she would doubt her beauty or feel self-conscious about her scars with him. “You have always been beautiful to me. Always!”
He sat up.
Her eyes moved down his chest and were drawn to the tiny drops of oil that had made its way down the side of his chest. He sat back on his thighs, and she immediately glanced between his legs.
When he saw her mouth drop open, he almost laughed. Her eyes widened, and she swallowed deeply.
Her eyes dilated, and her beast made a strong appearance, roaring and purring with approval. It was obvious to him that the beast desired him.
He understood that it was like having a separate entity, and yet it was not. Her desire might not be the same as her beast’s desire, so he had been careful.
In an attempt to get closer to him, Harper scooted on her knees until she almost touched his thigh with her knees.
She seemed to gather her courage while he kept his hands loose at his sides. Non-threatening. She scooted onto his leg and placed her hand gently on his chest.
