Page 70 of Last Fall

He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Comehere.”

Yes.I moved like an Olympic track star to stand between his knees. I sighed when his hand slid under my shirt to rest on my left hip. He lifted the fabric and placed a soft kiss on my belly, then let it drop back down. “Youlikethis?”

“Yes?”

“What do you likeaboutit?”

“The way you touch me. It’s nice. Soft.Exciting.”

“Exciting?” he chuckled, running his other hand up my thigh and under my shirt to rest on my other hip. “I like that. Touch me, Zo. Feel me. Get toknowme.”

All that soft supple skin was every bit as soft and supple as I imagined when he whipped his shirt off. I touched him carefully at first, running my hands up his pecks and over his shoulders, then downhisarms.

“I like this,” he whispered. “You’re not hesitating anymore. You didn’t jerk away when Itouchedyou.”

Coldwater.

But he was right. For the first time I was touchingErik. It was different but wonderful. “Touch meagain.”

He looked up, locking eyes with me as he ran his hands up the outside of my shirt to cup my breasts. I froze at the intimacy of the gesture. Had a man ever touched me there and just...enjoyed it? Tony was always rough, manhandling them for his pleasure,notmine.

Erik massaged until I stopped thinking about how Tony did me wrong and instead enjoyed what Erik was doing oh, soright.

“There. Whatever you’re thinking right now, Ilikeit.”

I ran my hands down his strong arms. “I’m thinking about how good you makemefeel.”

He groaned, his left hand grabbing my hip again while his right explored. “And what do you think when I touchyouhere?”

He slid his hand over my clit and pressedfirmly.

I felt two completely different things in that moment. One was a burst of lovely pleasure, the other the instinctive need toflee. “Fuck.”

His fingers moved in a circle. “It’s okay, Zo. I told you I’d erase him andIwill.”

“Yes...” If he kept doing that I’d forget everything, including my own name. “I’m going to touch you, make you feel things, and you’re going to touch me. Then we’ll go to sleep and have sweet dreams. And we’ll keep doing this until it’s just you and me doing what we want,together.”

I gripped his shoulders, ground against hishand. “Yes.”

“Touch me, Zoe.” He took his hand away andstoodup.

I had to take a half step back to make room for him. His hard body moved against me, his erection pressed between us.There.He wants me to touch himthere.

I reached between us and cupped him in the palm of my hand. A million doubts flew threwmyhead.

I’m doing itwrong.

Tooslow.

Toohard.

Toosoft.

Toofast.

He wants you on your knees, in the back of your throat, once before bed everynight.

Erik tilted my chin up. “That’s why we can’t have sex tonight. Whatever those thoughts are, they need to go before we can betogether.”

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