He looked up, searching her eyes. “May I?”
“Please.”
His tongue slid between her folds, searching, claiming. Her legs parted wider of their own accord, needing more of this. More of him.
His thumbs entered her, surprising a gasp from her. Then circled, opening her, while his tongue tormented the little bud where all sensation coalesced. She was frantic. Her head thrashing from side to side. Strung as tight as a bowstring, needing the tension released. Afraid to snap. She wanted to retreat. Crawl back to the safety of restrain.
Then two longer fingers replaced his thumbs, reaching deep in her, bending to stroke a place of exquisite pleasure. All the while, his wicked mouth sucked at her over-sensitized nub.
“Let go Abigail.” He muttered against her flesh. “You are so beautiful when you come. I love watching you soar.”
It was too much. She exploded like a million fireworks. She heard guttural cries that didn’t seem human, but knew they were coming from her throat. The spasms went on and on until she had no more strength. Until she collapsed back with a dazed expression and buzzing ears.
Placing one last soft kiss on her mound, he withdrew. His fingers slid from her heated depths while he stood up from the bed.
No! This is what he always did. He drove her frantic with desire. Touched her and possessed her in every way. Then he would take his pleasure quickly, at the last moment, without even undressing, and leave her immediately afterward.
She was tired of it. Now she understood it was his self loathing that was behind his actions, and not her behavior. And she knew exactly what she had to do.
She grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to her. He resisted for a moment, but then gave in, still shaking his head.
“Yes. Come to me. Take me. Let me take you.”
“No, you need to rest. That’s enough for today. This is enough for me–”
“I’ve had plenty of rest. What I need is this.” She pulled him to her with a hand at his nape and captured his mouth with hers. She felt the firm muscles of his neck tensing. Tasted herself on his lips. Their mingled flavor caused an ache of desire low in her womb. She moaned into his mouth. Entangled her tongue with his. Seeking more.
Her hands moved to slide into his hair, dislodging the thin ribbon that held his mane. How she loved his hair. Long and silky. Wild and unconventional. Just like him. Her nails scratched his scalp softly, making him groan with pleasure, and getting her drunk with his desire.
For once, she wanted to be the one to drive him crazy. To drive his desire the way he drove hers. To make him lose control. He still tried to fight it.
When her hands slid to his chest and she started undoing his necktie, he protested. When she moved them down to undo the buttons of his shirt, she captured them and removed them.
“I want you naked. Skin to skin on top of me.”
He shook his head, stepping away from the bed. “I shouldn’t have started this. You're still convalescing.”
“I feel fine, and I want to see you. You have seen, touched and claimed every inch of me. But I have never even seen you.”
“Yes, you have. You got an eyeful that day at the stream.” His tone was halfway between teasing and accusing.
Her eyes rounded with surprise and embarrassment. “You knew?!”
“Hell yes. I could feel your stare burning my flesh up.”
“Oh God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. The path around the stream is one of my favorite places to stroll. It is usually so peaceful. And the sound of the waterfall is soothing. I didn’t know you would be there swimming. Naked.”
“But you didn’t leave once you saw me. You stayed. I swam and swam that day. More than I intended. Trying to distract myself from your scrutiny. Hoping you would leave so that I could get out. But you stayed. I had to come out or I would have frozen to death.”
“I’m so sorry.” She knew her face was red because it was burning. She covered it with her hands. “I didn’t mean to ogle you, or make you uncomfortable. I just... couldn’t look away. Your body was so powerful and beautiful. I remember thinking you looked like Poseidon. I was mesmerized.”
He scoffed. “Hardly beautiful. I’m just one great hulking brute. All twisted and deformed. Like an old gnarly tree.”
Her mouth fell open as she stared at him. “Is that how you see yourself? Is that why you won’t undress in front of me or let me touch you?”
He looked away. Avoiding her eyes. “It is how the world sees me. It is how I am, sweetheart.”
“Do you really not know how attractive you are?”
