Page 44 of Before the Storm
She shoved it back.
“Not a safe place to rest your leg.” He lifted her hand and kissed the inside of her palm.
She snuggled in closer, locking her foot under his ankle.
He groaned. “Are you trying to be mean?”
Her hot lips pressed firmly against his shoulders and lingered way too long. She glanced up. Her lashes fluttered over her deep blue eyes.
“You’re missing the show,” he said.
Biting her lower lip, she pulled back the covers and straddled him. “What if I don’t want to watch it?”
Gripping her thighs, he took in a slow breath through his nose, letting it out through his mouth. “It’s going to be impossible for me to deny you anything you want.”
“I want to be with you.”
He cupped the back of her neck, drawing her close, kissing her sweet lips. If he said no, she would take it as a rejection. If he said yes, he worried she might not be ready.
But that was her decision to make, not his, and that was something he had to accept.
He gazed into her unwavering stare. “I want you too.”
“Then why are you insistent on us?—”
He pressed his finger against her lips. “I was only trying to be respectful of the world you came from and not rush into things.We have time. However, if this is what you want right now, I’m not going to say no because it’s all I can think about anyway.”
Her smile was as wide as could be. “Really?”
“You have no idea.” He flipped her over on her back. “But you have to promise me you won’t be submissive. That you will do your best to communicate your thoughts. Wants. Desires. Needs. I get that might not be easy. But being with me isn’t a one-way street.”
“You just rolled me over like I was a sack of potatoes.” She smiled. Her eyes twinkled. “I’m not being submissive, but I didn’t see that coming.”
“Sorry. I got a little excited.”
“I’m not complaining.” She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I get the mechanics. I understand how the biology works. I’m not an idiot.”
“Sweetheart, I never said you were.” He took her mouth in a wet, wild, passionate kiss. He threw caution out the window. He needed to trust that she was capable of using her voice and that he was smart enough to know if she wasn’t enjoying herself.
Or felt threatened in any way.
His pulse raged out of control. With every tender touch, his resolve to make things last as long as possible slipped through his fingers. Before he knew it, she was gloriously naked and his body throbbed and ached to fill every inch of her.
She slipped her hand into his pajamas.
He grabbed her wrist.
“Why are you stopping me? Am I doing something wrong?” she asked.
“Absolutely not,” he whispered. “But you come first.” He kissed his way down the center of her chest, rubbing his finger over her sensitive clit. It was warm and wet.
She withered under his touch, gripping at his shoulders, raising her hips, demanding more.
And he gave it to her.
Without hesitation or reservation.
Her climax came hot and fast, much like it had earlier. It humbled and excited him, leaving him breathless. If the night ended there, he’d be satisfied.
