Page 47 of The Lightkeeper

“Aurora…”

There it was again… that warning.

“I’m not done experimenting,” I murmured as I pressed my hand to the ridge of his erection.

His hips jerked and he hissed.

I blinked, a question forming on my tongue that was too strong to ignore. “When was the last time someone touched you?”

I didn’t mean a handshake or a hug. I meant like this—intimate. Erotic. I palmed the massive ridge, want and curiosity dueling inside me to see it. Touch it.Taste him.

“Aurora…”

“How long has it been?” I pressed,my fingers finding the button of his fly and popping it free.

A hot hiss forced its way through his lips when I lowered the zipper, his answer finally coming out on a groan when some of the pressure released.

“Not for a long time.”

I swallowed over the lump in my throat. It was a simple deduction to reason that it had been close to a decade. If the incident in the war had been a little over ten years ago, and if that was what sent him to live in the lighthouse…well, it was no stretch of the imagination to assume the seclusion he lived in now was the kind of things perfected over those last ten years.

So, a decade without being touched.

For a second, self-doubt flooded me. Was I the right person to be touching him after that long? My curiosity was off the charts, but my expertise was non-existent. I bit my lip, staring at my hand flattened to the front of his groin, and then lifted it over the most gorgeous man I’d ever met to find his gaze. My breath caught. I saw the truth written all over his face. He hadn’t been warning me, he was begging.

For me.

For my touch.

Releasing his wrist, I hooked my fingers under thewaist of his jeans and boxer briefs, stretching and lowering them until his cock bobbed free right in front of my face.

My lips parted. He was so long and thick, and the veins that netted around his girth pulsed, bringing a bead of moisture to his tip. The urge to taste him was so strong, it made me gasp.

“Aurora…” He reached out and cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking the skin as he stared. And then I saw it—fear shadowing his eyes.

“I’ve thought about what you taste like, too,” I murmured, bringing my mouth closer to him. “Wondered.”

His jaw flexed. “Well, don’t let me stop your research.”

My small smile disappeared as I opened my mouth and licked the drop from his swollen head.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hand tangling in my hair and guiding me to his cock.

I didn’t need any urging. I closed my lips over him and pulled him into my mouth. The ragged groan that burst from his chest made me take him deeper until he hit the back of my throat and I instantly jerked back, gagging.

“Sorry.” I coughed, and before I could get to them, his fingers swiped away the tears that leaked from my eyes.

“Don’t fucking apologize, Aurora. Ever,” he ordered. “But especially for this.” He gripped his cock, his fist working from the base to the tip where he’d started to steadily leak.

It was so hot—watching him stroke himself right in front of my face. I was sure the lower parts of me would feel like Jell-O for days, but they started to quiver back to life at the sight.

But I wanted more.

I reached for his wrist again, halting him and peeling his hand away.

“I’m learning,” I murmured and closed my mouth over his tip once more, sucking him slowly back into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he hissed, and a thrill of victory swept through me.

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