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A rumble of laughter shudders through my body at her raucous response. She pulls back and searches my face before asking…
“Was I too loud?”
“No, sweetheart.” Her eyes narrow like she wants to argue, but that’s the last thing I want. When she sees the desire raging on my face, she settles. Even though she can’t hear my voice, she sees me. Sees me in a way no one ever has.
I return to exploring her body. Tracing circles around her belly button before moving lower and lower until they reach the apex of her thighs. I press my fingers against her, swirling the wetness that has pooled there. Arabella gasps as my finger slides inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper until she is moaning in pleasure. I move my finger in slow circles, claiming every inch of her tight walls as she responds to my touch with a mix of moans and sighs. The intensity builds until, finally, Arabella shudders beneath me with a loud cry of pleasure, her body shaking in waves of ecstasy. I take my time cleaning my fingers in my mouth before making love to her.
I take my time, enjoying each sensation and movement as I move in and out of her. Arabella wraps her legs around me, clinging on desperately as her hips rise to meet mine with each thrust. Her pussy grips me like a vise. Sucking me in, squeezing me, and then pushing me out. Only to start the cycle again. A devastating rhythm that makes me want to yell even louder than she did. I’m consumed with a need to go deeper and deeper, pushing myself further each time until I nearly explode. Sanity gone. Reason gone. The only thing keeping me tethered to reality is the tight grip of our interlaced fingers.
Finally, the intensity pushes us over the edge into an explosive release. We lay there entwined, whipped, and beaten by our devastating frenzy. Our bodies locked in an intimate embrace as we pulse and shudder together.
Through the night, we sleep and wake. Our bodies wrapped around each other. Making love until the sun rises. When we finally slumber, utterly spent. Exhausted but contented from the long night, that was over far too soon.
ChapterSeven
Arabella
The soft light of dawn wakes me up. My body is curled against Thunder’s. The steady rise and fall of his chest strokes mine as he sleeps. His peaceful expression warms me more than the fresh sunlight.
Last night was magical, filled with an intimacy that left me breathless. Thunder made me feel cherished and appreciated in ways I’ve never felt. It was a night that made me believe in the possibility of love again.
But now, in the quiet stillness of the morning, doubts creep in. I’ve been here before, felt this fluttering hope in my chest, only to have it crushed. Mac had swept me off my feet once too, and look how that turned out. He turned out to be a jerk, leaving me with barely healed scars.
Maybe I’m being too guarded. I don’t want my past dictating my future, but heartbreak and disappointment are hard to shake. They’ve wrapped around my ankles like iron weights, and no matter how desperately I want to rise, they keep pulling me down. Sinking me. Until the only thing I want to do is survive. Not just kick away the weights, but kick love away too. I trace the contours of Thunder’s jaw with my fingers. He makes me want to take a chance, to let go of my fears and surrender.
He has no idea what he did for me yesterday. I saw the anger bubbling under the surface. The restraint he leashed to let me handle Mac was the greatest gift he could have given me. So many of my family and friends act as if deafness equalsdefenseless. But Mac saw me as a woman capable of defending herself. Allowing me to do so was a moment I’ll treasure forever.
Thunder stirs, and I withdraw my hand. Slipping out of bed, I wrap myself in a soft blanket and walk over to the window, looking out at the morning sky. The sun is just rising. Casting a warm glow over the city, reminding me of the beauty of new beginnings. I take a deep breath and let the serenity of the moment fill me.
Thunder rolls over on the bed. His hand reaches for me. When he pats the empty spot, he opens his eyes and searches the room for me. His gaze fills with tenderness. My heart swells, but I need to have an honest conversation with him. Mac is back, and I saw the look in his eyes, and I know that spells trouble.
I sit on the edge of the bed, facing “Thunder, I need to talk to you,”
His brows furrow across his forehead. “Sorry, I can’t hear you.”
Now, I’m frowning. Am I speaking too low? It didn’t feel like it. I raise my voice and try again, but he shakes his head.
“Sorry. Can’t hear a thing. You’re too far away.” He grabs me by the waist and places me on the pillow by his side. His big bear-paw hands open the blanket draped over my shoulders, revealing my breasts. “There, that’s better. Now, what were you saying?”
I laugh and close the blanket again, which immediately wipes his smile away. “This is serious.”
“So, is this.” He passes a hand over his erection.
Laughter almost bubbles out of my mouth, but I tramp it down. “We need to talk about Mac. He’ll be back.” Thunder’s nostrils flare, and he starts to rise, but I push his chest back down. “And I can handle him. I know what I’m asking won’t be easy, but this is important to me. I want to be treated as an equal, not as someone who constantly needs to be protected.”
“I get it, Arabella. I really do.”
“Seriously?” I arch my brow at him. He’s six foot plus and built like a tank. I’m certain he’s never had this issue.
“Okay, fine, I get it in theory. But, sweetheart, you’ve got to understand that you’re my woman now.” I open my mouth to respond, but he interrupts me. “Last night, you became mine. I’m not letting anyone get close enough to hurt you. I protect what’s mine. That’s just who I am.”
Sitting back, I cross my arms over my chest. “Even if I don’t want your protection?”
He flattens his lips and a muscle tics in his jaw. I see the answer in his eyes. He’s going to be worse than my father was. “Arabella, I just want you to be safe. It would kill me if someone hurt you.”
“I’m not a fragile flower. I thought you understood that last night.”
He narrows his eyes and gives me the same stubborn look I imagine him giving his parents as a child. Even though it’s super-cute, I don’t budge.
