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Geraldine did not have to ask him to understand that he knew, to the last millimeter of fabric, exactly what she wore. And exactly how the flush of desire, heat and hope, rolled over her.
He knew everything here, she understood.
And she liked that he did. It made her feel safe. Protected.
As if she might survive this fire between them after all.
“This is how it will be,” he told her, very sternly, his words like cool stones against her heated flesh. “I want you pink and breathless. I’m going to make you come, Geraldine. Again and again. Until you beg me for things you cannot even imagine.”
“I’ve done a great deal of studying—” she began.
But he reached over and traced her lips with his thumb, silencing her that easily.
“You will not speak again,” he told her in that same deliberately stern way. “Unless you wish to say my name. You may cry it out. You may sob it. You may let it fall out in a sigh. But that is all I will allow. There will be no questions. There will be no unsolicited dissertations. Do you understand me?”
And she wondered if, at another time, she might question how she felt in this moment. But right now, Geraldine found she did understand.
More than that, she thought that the rules made everything feel easier.
“You will not focus on anything except what you feel,” he told her in that same formidable way. And while he spoke he moved closer, so he could trace a lazy sort of pattern in that hollow between her breasts. “If I want you to do something, I will tell you not only what I wish you to do, but how to do it. You do not have to worry about anything except following my instructions. Do you understand?”
But even as she began to form a response, she saw that dark brow lift. Only his name, he had told her. And only in the ways he had laid out.
Geraldine swallowed hard. She had never taken direction like this in her life. She was not one for taking direction at all, if she was honest about it.
Yet nothing in all her years had ever felt as right as the way she held his gaze with hers and nodded.Yes. I understand.
Her reward was the curve of his hard mouth.“Buena chica.”
Then he set himself to his work.
And Geraldine knew that she had no frame of reference here. No one had touched her like this. No one but her had ever looked at the whole of her body. No one had ever stripped her naked as he did, then laid her out before him.
No one had ever touched her the way he did then, taking his time. Making her flush and buck and moan.
She knew she didn’t have the experience to put this into context, but she couldn’t imagine that there was any other way this could have happened that would have allowed her to feel so...free.
Geraldine didn’t think. She didn’t question him.
He told her what to do and she did it.
“Turn over,” he said at one point, his voice sheer gravel.
And that was its own sort of wonder, as she’d pressed herself into the fluffy embrace of the rug below her with the heat of him at her back. His mouth and his hands finding new ways to make her sing.
The way she could feel that rampantly male part of him as he entertained himself, preview and promise all at once. The way other times he simply moved about, tasting her here, touching her there.
He flipped her over again and this time, explored her body as if it was entirely new because he was using his mouth.
Lazily, he made his way down the length of her torso. He took his time with each one of her breasts, introducing her to erogenous zones she hadn’t known she possessed, like her navel. Like the soft skin behind her knees.
Only when she was shaking already did he settle himself between her legs.
“Lionel...” she managed to get out.
And when he looked up at her, there was a glint in those dark eyes—something like approval—and she felt that quake through her.
All that before he pulled her legs up higher, so that he was holding her thighs apart and letting her legs dangle down over his shoulders.
