Page 37 of Captive Union
Erik continues to touch me as my body calms down. Once I lean back on my elbows to catch my breath, he pulls his hand away.
We stare at each other for a moment, me trying to catch my breath and him breathing heavily as he looks at me with so much desire in his dark eyes.
My own eyes flit to the bulge in his pants. He’s aroused, too. Before I can think, I reach over and touch him through his pants. Erik hisses, not moving. He’s looking at me, seeing how far I’ll go.
I want to touch him the way he touched me.
With shaky hands, I undo his pants. Erik stays still, letting me lead. After his pants and underwear are down, I finally see the last part of him I haven’t seen yet. It’s intimidating, to say the least, but I’ve gone this far.
If Erik wants me to be bold, I’ll be bold.
I grip his erection in my hand, unsure what to do with it.
Erik lets out a deep growl as he says, “Start moving your hand up and down. Focus on the tip.”
I do as he instructs. I marvel at the feel of him, his length strangely smoother than I was expecting. When my hand brushes the tip of his erection, his hips jerk up. So this feels good for him. I let my instincts take over, and with one hand still touching his length, I reach my other hand to touch one of his balls. This gets a reaction out of him.
Erik pulls my hand away. “If you don’t stop now, there’s going to be a mess on our hands, and I’d hate to ruin your dress.”
I shrug. It’s just a dress. “It’s ok.” I touch him again, and it doesn’t take long for Erik to let out a groan and come. His release startles me.
He smiles tiredly after he finishes. “Sorry.” He reaches around and grabs a napkin from the table, wiping my hands off. He nods down at himself. “I should go clean myself up. Care to join me?”
I know if I go upstairs with him, we might go further than I’m willing tonight, so I shake my head. The disappointment in his eyes makes me feel weirdly guilty.
“I’m just not ready yet,” I tell him.
Erik nods. “I understand.” He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Well, here’s to us making a breakthrough tonight anyway. Did you enjoy this, I hope?”
“I did,” I whisper.
“Good.” He kisses my head before stepping back. He grimaces as he pulls his underwear and pants back up. “Off to take a shower now.”
“I’ll meet you later. But maybe just to snuggle. Nothing more tonight.” Even though my body is screaming to continue, my head is telling me to wait longer.
“You got it.”
I watch Erik walk away. Once he’s out of the room and it’s just me, a sudden squeal passes my lips. I look around, hoping no one else heard that. But it’s just me in the dining room. So I let more laughter out and smile contentedly, knowing Erik and I really did make a breakthrough tonight.
CHAPTER12
Erik
Things are going very well with Kira.
After the night we touched, we’ve been closer than ever, though Kira is still keeping me at bay a little bit. We haven’t had sex yet, and I’m fine with waiting, especially since I don’t think it’ll take much longer for Kira to be ready.
So far, all Kira wants to do at night is snuggle. No more giving each other orgasms. Maybe it freaked her out a little, though I can tell by how she looks at me that she’s thinking about our time at dinner the other night. Her face will flush when I catch her looking, making her look even cuter.
I marvel at her being my wife. How I got so lucky, I’ll never know, especially since my luck tends to run bad when it comes to the Petrovs.
Kira is a curious human being, always asking me questions about my past. One day, when we’re in the greenhouse, she asks me if I ever gardened with my family.
“Yes, my mother,” I tell her, patting down dirt in one of the flower pots while Kira works on planting some seeds in another pot. “We had a large garden in our backyard, and she always had me and my sister help her. I got so used to it that when she and my sister were gone, I kept up the hobby in her memory. When I bought this house and saw the greenhouse out back, I knew it was fate.”
“How did your mother and sister die?”
“In a car crash. Just an accident. Nothing more.”
