Page 80 of Apex of the Curve

“I have to go back to my mom’s place eventually,” I said, and the mere thought of leaving this place, this refuge, this idyllic place where I felt so loved and so safe… it broke my heart.

“So, we go back,” he whispered gently. “We go through things a box at a time, chip away at the pain until it becomes some kind of manageable.”

I closed my eyes and rested against him and whispered, “And tonight?”

“Tonight, I make love to you until there’s no room in that pretty little head of yours to think about anything other than how good you feel.”

I chuckled slightly and said, “That’s a tall order.”

“I’m confident I’m the man for the job,” he said.

“Mm,” I hummed in contentment and anticipation as he wheeled me around as expertly as he piloted his bike.

He steered me in the direction of the stairs and would receive no resistance from me. I wanted him, wanted this, everything about being with him soothed the ragged edged of my heart that’d been torn asunder by Charles. I wanted to hold onto this for as long as possible because my soul craved it. Craved this man who protected my tattered soul from the hurt. Holding my grief at bay and letting me clear my plate at my own pace. Feeding me tiny bites at a time, keeping me from being overwhelmed but allowing me to feel what I needed to feel when I needed to feel it.

He didn’t tell me to stop, he didn’t order me to dry my tears, or tell me I was being a drag, or say anything else that made me feel like I was somehow wrong for feeling what I was feeling whenever I was feeling it. He was like this giant tree, branches and canopy protecting me from the rain. Twisted roots plunging deep into the earth, trunk strong enough to hold me up when I couldn’t seem to stand on my own for anything.

Someday, I hoped I could repay him. I didn’t know how, or in what way I could ever do it. His kindness had been as immense as he was… but I wanted to. Someday.

“Don’t move,” he growled in my ear, smoothing his hands down my body and over my denim clad hips once we’d entered his room. He went to the dresser and picked up the long lighter, clicking it to life and dipping it into the glass cylinders to light the candles one after the other.

He returned to me, the music going, the soft glow of the flickering flames filling the room with muted light and resumed his place behind me.

“Arms up, baby,” he ordered, voice a husky, sexy growl. I raised them up obediently, and he lifted my tee, pulling it from where it was tucked into my jeans, his fingertips whispering against my flanks, tickling, making me jump and giggle slightly.

He quickly got the hooks of my bra undone while he stood behind me, but not before I heard him pull off his own shirt. I covered my chest with my arms, a reflexive action, as he turned me around to face him.

“Don’t hide from me,” he whispered, pulling my arms away from my chest, my hands from my shoulders, and tugging me close to him, winding them around his lean waist. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, don’t you ever hide it.”

I sucked in a sharp breath as I saw the truth of everything he said in his bright blue eyes, just before he lowered his mouth to mine.

It was cool in the room, and I cuddled into his warmth gratefully, loving as his hands skimmed over my hips; half over my skin, half over my jeans.

I moaned into his mouth but he was just getting started. We kissed like that for a long time, giggling and chuckling awkwardly as he toed off his boots. Mine were too new for that to work, but he seemed in no hurry to get me undressed the rest of the way. At least not yet.

The light skimming of his fingertips, slow, up and down my spine, a ghostly erotic touch of his fingertips sent me into a fit of shivers and goosebumps, the sensation absolutely exquisite as he kissed me deeply. I clung to him, and dug nails lightly into his flanks just above the waistband of his jeans and he laughed darkly, a sound that tasted rich and decadent like no other, warmth curling at the apex of my thighs at the mere sound of it.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Fenris, please…” even though I didn’t even know what I was begging for precisely.

“Please what?” he purred.

“Everything.” I gasped as he kissed the side of my neck in that spot. “Just… everything.”

“I’ll give you everything and more,” he promised, bending low, grabbing me by my outer thighs and hoisting me up his tall body.

I gave him no resistance, hopping up, wrapping my legs around him frustrated by the layers of denim and cotton still between us.

I held his face between my hands, kissing him fiercely as he turned me around and took the half step to the bed, setting me down on its high edge, leaning forward on his hands to either side of my hips, pressed in the furs. He kissed me for a time, then broke it just long enough to order me to lie back.

I was his obedient girl, and did just that, but only because the anticipation for what he would do to me next was too strong not to.

He stood, raising up to his full height and went for the belt at the front of his jeans.

“Play with those beautiful titties,” he demanded and awkward though I felt at first, I didn’t want to disappoint my man. I let my hands drift up to the sides of my neck, my arms covering me, as I made a great show for him, letting my fingertips glide from just behind my ears down my neck. I tipped my chin to the ceiling and looked up my nose from my prone position, locking gazes with my lover as I performed for him.

His nostrils flared slightly as he worked at his belt and his fly, watching me grip and massage my breasts for him at his behest, arching slightly as I teased my own nipples and waited for him to get naked, and for whatever would happen next.

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