Page 63 of Echoes of Danger

I’ve wanted this woman under me since the moment we met, but I’ve been patiently waiting for her to make the first move. It will always be her choice. Always.

“This thing is heavier than it looks,” she giggles shyly. “But it smells just like you.”

“You’re killing me, baby,” I groan, adjusting my cock as it presses against my zipper.

“I can… I can help you with that,” she says, her face turning red.

“Is my baby shy all of a sudden?” I ask as I shut the door softly.

I can feel the tension in the air, thick and electric, as I take in the sight of Freckles lying there on our bed in nothing but my cut. Her eyes are a mix of uncertainty and longing, and it’s all I can do to keep my cool. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I won’t rush her. This is her move, her choice, and I’ll be damned if I don’t respect that.

“You know,” I murmur as I walk toward the bed, “You’re making it real hard to keep my hands off you.”

She shifts a little, her fingers brushing against the leather of the cut, the scent of it clearly comforting her, making her feel closer to me. The sight of her in it, vulnerable and yet undeniably sexy, sends a rush of desire straight through me.

“I’m not shy,” she says softly, her voice laced with a nervous laugh. “Just… unsure.”

I sit beside her, my hand reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to be unsure with me, baby. You’re safe here. You know that, right?”

Her eyes meet mine, and I can see the battle inside her. She wants this, I can tell. But there’s still something holding her back, some fear that she’s fighting against.

“Freckles,” I say, my voice low and steady, “I’m not going anywhere. This is you and me. No more running. No more waiting. It’s just us.”

She bites her lip, then finally nods, her face flushing as she gives me that smile. The one that always gets to me. “Okay,” she whispers, “But I’m not gonna lie. I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Then let me show you,” I reply, my voice thick with need. I pull her into my arms, feeling her body melt against mine as I kiss her slowly, deeply, as if to reassure her that it’s safe, that we can take this slow. There’s no rush.

Her hands move hesitantly, first to my chest, then lower, and I can feel her trying to match the intensity of the kiss, her confidence building with every second.

“Don’t think, Freckles,” I murmur against her lips. “Just feel.”

She responds by pulling back slightly, looking at me with wide eyes, a bit of the uncertainty fading away. “Okay,” she says again, her voice more confident this time, “Just feel.”

And then she kisses me back, with more urgency, more heat, and I know this is the moment we’ve both been waiting for. Slowly, carefully, we start to peel away the layers on my body, each movement deliberate but full of passion.

I can’t wait any longer. I need her.

But I’ll go at her pace because this is the woman I want forever.

“I’ve waited so damn long for this,” I whisper, moving her away just enough to unzip the cut. “I won’t hurt you, baby. Not ever. I want you to keep this on while I fuck you. But I want to see all of you while I do it.”

Her breath hitches, and I watch her eyes flicker with a mix of hesitation and desire. Slowly, she nods, her body a little tense as if she’s testing the waters, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she reaches up, fingers trembling as she touches the edge of the cut, keeping it in place.

I lean in close, my lips grazing her collarbone, my breath warm against her skin as I pull her closer. She exhales a shaky breath, but she doesn’t pull away. She’s trusting me, and that trust makes my chest tighten.

“I want to feel you, baby,” I murmur, my hands trailing under the cut and down the curve of her spine, following the gentle arch of her back until I reach her hips. I press her closer to me, and she lets out a quiet gasp, her hands resting on my shoulders for balance.

“Feel me,” she pants. “I’m yours.”

“Damn right, you are.”

With one hand still at her back, I slide the other to her thigh, lifting it slightly, urging her to open herself to me. Her body responds, her legs parting just enough, and the sight of her, so damn beautiful, so open, sends a rush of heat to my core.

“I’m not going to rush you, baby,” I whisper against her lips, taking a deep breath to steady myself. “This is all about you. All about us. But I need to taste you,” I murmur against her neck. “Desperate to taste you. Lay back, baby.”

She obeys, her chest rising and falling in quick breaths as she reclines against the bed. I watch her for a moment, takingin the curve of her body, the way she welcomes me, open and vulnerable. Her knees widen further, and I nearly lose myself in the beauty of her. She’s perfect in every way.

I drag my fingers down her stomach, tracing the soft lines of her skin, feeling her muscles tighten beneath my touch. My mouth follows the trace of my fingers as I kiss the path I make. I make my way down slowly, savoring the journey, until I reach her most delicious scent, a blend of warmth and desire that drives me wild.

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