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She does, her back to me. I can see the soft outline of her bare shoulder blades peeking out from under the sheet.
I remove my clothes but leave my briefs on. I slip into bed beside her.
She slots her body up against mine, and we fit too well together. Her wet hair sticks to my chest, and her ass is snug in my lap. She takes my hand and lassos it around her chest. I can feel her heart beat against my arm; it’s pounding so hard.
“He’s going to come after us, isn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“He’s going to kill us, isn’t he?”
“He’s going to try.”
“He’s powerful. Catherine—”
“Won’t hurt you. Not while I’m around.”
She shifts in my arms, and for a moment, the friction between our bodies is borderline unbearable—I’m her protector in this moment, but I’m also a hot-blooded man, and I can feel my dignity start to slip, baser instincts rising. I’m grateful when she rolls to her back, giving me a momentary reprieve from her softness.
But relief doesn’t last for long. Her eyes are moon big, and they look at me with a new determination.
“I didn’t want to give it to him,” she tells me suddenly.
“What didn’t you want to give him?”
“Me. My…virginity. I wanted to give it to you.”
My demons are fully awake now, and hungry. “You’re in shock,” I reason. “You’re panicking.”
“Does this…feel like panic to you?”
She takes my hand and slides it down the center of her body, and before I know it, I’m between her legs, my fingertips nestled against a damp spot against her panties.
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask her, because my throat is tight with need—my blood is singing with it—yet for all the sins I’ve committed in my past, this won’t be one of them; I need her unwavering consent.
Those striking eyes don’t leave mine. “Don’t you get it?” she asks. “You’re the only thing I’ve taken that I wanted.”
“Thing?”
“Man.” She reaches up and scratches her nails lightly against my beard, tugging at the small hairs. “Very much…man.”
I nuzzle my knuckle against her sex. She’s swollen—I can feel the thickness of her nether lips, even through the thin cotton. She gasps as I grind her here, cotton getting wetter.
Her fingers move from my jaw and hook around the back of my neck. She stabilizes herself here and arches her hips into my hand, wanting.
I let her want.
“You know what an orgasm is, don’t you?” I tell her.
Her eyes find mine again. I don’t want them to ever leave. “I mean…I’ve taken anatomy courses…”
“No,” I tell her. “Beyond that.”
She shakes her head.
“It’s trust.”
I trace the lacey edge of her underwear, along her inner thigh. Heat radiates from her. She bites the inside of her lip briefly; I can see it pinched between her teeth. “Are you saying…I can’t orgasm…because I don’t trust myself?”
