Page 13 of Serenity & the Hermit
NELSON
“I’m sorry,” I rasp, pulling away slightly as I continue to cradle Serenity’s face and arm. “I promised I wouldn’t do that. I just…I couldn’t not when you talked like that. I don’t want you to ever feel like I don’t see you.”
“No,” she says, her eyes lifting to mine, full of emotion as she smiles up at me. “Don’t apologize. I’m glad you kissed me. In fact, I liked that you did.”
“Liked?” I grin. “I liked it too, sweetheart. So much, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
“OK,” she whispers, tilting her head up and closing her eyes in preparedness. I want to laugh from pure joy, but instead, I draw her a little closer, being careful not to harm her, and bring my mouth to hers, taking another sweet taste of her soft lips and letting out a groan when she whimpers against me. I feel my need for her jolt right between my legs, my balls aching as I deepen the kiss, my tongue gliding along with hers as she clings me, kissing me like I’m the only nourishment she’ll ever need.How can I ever let this go?
“We should probably get you ready for that shower,” I murmur, my hand reaching between us to grip the zipper on the front of her bra. She sucks in a breath, and I pause to meet her wide eyes. “May I?”
Without saying a word, she nods then closes her eyes again when I pull the zip down, freeing her large breasts with a dramatic pop. The spandex contraption drifts back to her shoulders as the mounds of flesh escape, and I’m quick to gently remove it from each arm, kissing and touching her skin along the way. She’s beyond beautiful.
She stands with her arms covering her breasts when I step away, reaching into the shower and turning on the stream. I meant what I said earlier about tonight not being the night for us to take this thing between us too far. While I want her with every fibre of my being, I know we’ll have plenty of time for that in the future when she’s healed. What I want most right now is to take care of her and prove to her that she’s wanted. And part of that means helping her shower and get ready for bed. That doesn’t mean I won’t be touching her a hell of a lot and enjoying every moment of it while I do.
“We need to get these pants off,” I say once the water is steaming, my voice thick as I turn back to her and reach for her hips, resting my hands on their gentle curve and allowing the tips of my fingers to dip beneath the elastic waist.
She nods, but it’s the roll of her lips together that makes me take pause.
“You nervous?”
“Yes.”
“Baby, I’m rock hard and desperate to see all of you. But if you need me too, I’m more than happy to close my eyes and look away so you feel more comfortable. Hell, I’ll wear a bag over my head if that makes it easier on you.”
“Oh god. No. I want you to see me. And I want to see you. I trust you when you say you’re attracted to me, and I only have to take a look down to that tent in your pants to see it. It’s just… I’m nervous. This is my first time and—”
“I’m not going all the way with you tonight, baby,” I murmur, watching the confusion muddy her eyes as the words come out.
“You’re not?”
“No. I think we need to wait until you’re all healed and completely ready for anything involving me.”
“Oh…”
“But what I am gonna do,” I say, hooking a finger under her chin to lift her face when she drops it, “is help you get cleaned up and ready for bed, and I’m gonna make damn sure I make you feel good while I do it.”
“Oh?” Her eyes seem to brighten again and damn, if that doesn’t make me feel all man.
“Yeah,” I murmur, bringing my mouth right against hers as my fingers push down the waist of her yoga pants. “Oh…”
“Ohhhh.”
I make quick work of getting her completely stripped, stepping into the shower cubicle with my mouth on hers and her body against mine. I kiss her like a man starved, touch her like a man caged, and when I pull back slightly and slip my hand between her legs, I make her feel better than any man ever has. She’s mine and mine alone. No one else’s. Just mine.
“Serenity,” I rasp, my clothes soaking through as I rest her back against the wall and let my fingers work her back and forth, teasing her entrance before rolling up to her clit, circling, touching, teasing. Her warm heat flows and becomes slick and sweet. I groan and press two fingers inside her, loving the way she moans when I drift in and out, my thumb taking over on her wanting clit.
“Nelson. Oh god!” Her breathing comes out in short sharp breaths, drawn out moans and sexy little mews that have me wanting to go back on my word and strip down to nothing with her, burying myself deep inside her body. But I’m not about to take things too far when that kind of jostling could hurt her. What I’m most concerned with now is taking care of her. I’ll deal with myself later.
“Let it go, baby,” I whisper, my lips near her ear as my fingers bring her closer and closer.
“I don’t know how. This is… I’ve never…”
“You have to relax.” I take her lobe between my lips and suck. “Relax and just let the feeling wash right over you.”
“Oh…Ohhhhh…Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Her hips buck and I move my mouth to her neck, my tongue feeling the beating of her pulse as my hand feels the pulsing of her insides, her clit against my thumb. I love the sounds she makes when she comes undone, tiny mews and cries that rock her body and end with her limp and loose in my arms.
