Page 32 of Digit's Deflection
“I – wow. Just wow. I know it makes me sound lame, but I’ve never experienced anything like that. I didn’t know it could ever be like that.”
“No, it doesn’t make you sound lame, princess. What it tells me is yourlovershave been lame – lacking. All it takes is time, patience, understanding, and caring. That’s how you make the magic happen.”
“Well, that certainly was magic.” Kissing the tip of my nose, she smiles. “Thank you for the time, patience, understanding, and caring.”
Instead of answering her with words, I lean forward and kiss her, taking my time. When we pull away, it takes her a moment to open her eyes. And when she does, the intensity of emotion in those incredible orbs takes my breath away.
“Make love to me? Please?”
“It would be my pleasure,” I reply.
Taking care to protect Liora, I sink into her, unable to hold back a groan at how good she feels wrapped around my dick. I am far from an untried virgin, but it’s never felt quite like this with any other woman.
Pausing, I savor the moment – this first time with the only woman I have ever, and will ever, love. It’s so much more than I could have imagined it would be. In Liora’s words, I make love to her tenderly, trying to show her all that I’m feeling but can’t express in words.
Enfolded in Liora’s arms, her legs wrapped tight around me, I’m in heaven. But I realize she’s nowhere near to being ready tocome. While the condom helps to delay my own release, I feel my impending orgasm and am helpless to stop it.
It rolls over me like the waves taking you under in a riptide. So intense my toes curl and my jaw clenches. I try not to crush her as my arms give way, and I collapse onto her, rolling at the last second to keep the bulk of my weight off her.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“For what?”
“I’m a firm believer in the ‘ladies first’ adage. You weren’t first – in fact, you weren’t in the game at all, so to speak. I’m sorry, princess. Let me make it up to you.”
“It’s fine, Treven. Really. I got more out of our lovemaking tonight than I ever have. So I should be saying thank you.”
Her words are so stilted it hurts my heart, making me more determined than ever to fix what I fucked up.
“I can see what you’re thinking. This wasn’t your fault. It’s me. Orgasms haven’t really been my thing. You know?”
Fuck this. I do not accept that answer. I know where the blame lies, and it isn’t with her. Rolling Liora to her back, I go down on her again, using every trick I know to bring her a release that has her raking her nails across my back and has her screaming my name.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, heading for the bathroom to remove the condom. When I come back into the room, I catch Liora in mid-yawn. I turn the bedding down and pat the mattress. “Come on, princess. Hop in.”
I appreciate the view as she climbs under the blankets, following her into bed. She rolls to her side, facing away from me, and I spoon in behind her, pulling her close to me. We lay like that, talking about things that have happened over the years. Sharing stories of our lives. I’m busy telling Liora an anecdote from my training when I become aware that her breathing has deepened.
Grinning to myself, I make sure she’s covered and turn the light out. I drop a soft kiss on that vulnerable little patch of skin just under her ear, making her shiver in response, even in her sleep.
As I lie there in the dark, waiting for sleep to claim me next, intrusive thoughts pop into my head. Tonight was tame compared to my usual sex life. How the hell do I bring Liora into my world without scaring her away?
Because now that I’ve had her, God knows it will kill me if she ran again.
17
LIORA
Light filters into my consciousness, and I slowly come awake. Something doesn’t seem right. Usually it’s dark in my bedroom – as in zero light – since I have blackout curtains because of my weird shift hours. Where’s the light coming from? Did I forget to close my curtains last night?
I lie there, taking a moment to ease into wakefulness, and become aware of breathing behind me. My heartbeat jumps at the sound. And then, in a rush, memories of last night come back to me.
The evening spent with Treven’s friends, coming back to home – well, his place, at any rate – making love, and then falling asleep in his arms. Everything girlie in me sighs at how wonderful last night was. If you’d told me six weeks ago that was going to happen, I’d have said you were crazy.
But here we are. I’m lying in Treven’s bed, listening to him breathing, cuddled up against his side, wishing I could capture this moment in a bottle in case it’s the only moment like this I get.
I’m contemplating using the bathroom when Treven’s alarm goes off. What the hell time is it? It’s still dark out, as evidencedby the artificial light in the room. Rolling to my back, I turn to look at the man beside me and find his eyes on me.
He has a strange expression on his face I can’t quite fathom, and his intense gaze roams my face, as if memorizing it.
