Page 48 of Sanctuary

His hands move over my body, caressing my thighs, my back, the curve of my butt.

My pussy is now clenching excitedly around nothing, and my heart might just beat all the way out of my chest. I adjust slightly so I can grind against the hardness of his erection.

He jerks his head to the side and groans—long, thick, and soft.

And I feel the most unexpected response.

When men have been turned on by me in the past, it’s felt like I have a certain kind of power over them. I’ve been able to use that to manipulate them, to get them to keep me alive and give me what I need.

But that’s not what I’m feeling right now. I barely know how to describe it.

Mayberesponsibility.

Like Aidan needs me, and it’s my job to take care of him. Even in this.

He’s mine to take care of.

It startles me so much I grow still. Lift my head to stare down at him. Fight back a flutter of fear.

His eyes had fallen closed as I rubbed against him, but they open now. Scan me closely. He’s flushed and breathless as he says, “We can stop, love. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

“You look… scared.”

“I am scared,” I admit, too far gone to question my instinct to tell him the deepest truth. “I’ve never done this before.”

He nods and lifts a hand to cup my cheek. “We can wait.”

“I don’t want to wait. I want this. I just… it’s new to me. To be with someone like this. I don’t feel like I know what I’m doing.”

“It feels new to me too, love. That’s the truth. I don’t feel like I know what I’m doing either. So why don’t we do the best we can?”

I smile, just a little shaky. “Yeah. That sounds good. Let’s do that.”

He pulls my head back down into another kiss, this one softer, gentler. He caresses my body over my clothes. He sustains it for a long time until I’ve relaxed and the ache of arousal has built up even stronger.

When I’m urgent and needy again, I break the kiss so I can pull my sweatshirt and the shirt beneath it off over my head. I didn’t put on my bra this morning, so my breasts bounce freely from the motion.

Aidan stares hotly, making another hungry sound in his throat and distracted from taking his own clothes off. “Fuck, love, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”

His words sound genuine rather than skillful, and they cover me with a warm pleasure. I use that opportunity to shimmy out of my jeans and panties. His eyes are still moving over my body as I quickly pull the two braids out of my hair so it’s falling loose over my back and shoulders.

“Fuck,” he chokes out, visibly overwhelmed with whatever he sees in me. He’s completely naked now, and his cock is fully erect, tilted up against his belly. “What did I ever do to deserve this?”

For some reason, I’m so emotional I can’t speak. I smile down on him so he knows his appreciation means something to me. Then I lean down to kiss him again.

He responds enthusiastically, sliding his tongue into my mouth and gripping the soft flesh where my ass meets the back of my thighs. I’m so turned on I can’t lie still. I squirm my hips as we kiss, trying to get some friction where I need it.

His fingers are getting more intrusive now. They’ve pulled apart my butt cheeks and are edging in toward my hot pussy. It feels so good I whimper against his mouth.

I adjust to reach between our bodies so I can get my hands on his cock.

He grunts as I touch him and turns his head slightly out of the kiss. “Breanna, love, we should slow down.”

It takes an act of will to respond to his words and move my hands. Lift my head to meet his eyes. “You want to slow down?”

“I want this to be good for you. And all I’ve managed to do is fumble around like a clumsy adolescent. Obviously, I’m ready to go. But if we slow down, I can manage some better foreplay so you’re ready for me too.”

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