Page 26 of The Champion
I smiled. “You think I’m bad in bed?”
“No. According to Celeste and Zola you’re a skilled lover, but they are French and want something different from you than I do.”
“I’m pretty sure sex is sex no matter your nationality.”
Her beautiful green eyes were fixed on me. “Yes, but they wanted bragging rights while I want the connection to your heart.”
If Freya had been French, I would have told her to stop talking about such things, but our situation was different and part of me was deeply honored that she was so honest about her feelings for me. Kissing her, I tasted the alcohol on her lips and whispered, “Do you have anything you’ve fantasized about? Anything you want to try?”
She thought about it. “Mostly when I fantasize about us together, you’re…”
My heart pounded as if I was sprinting toward my bedroom with her in my arms, but I hadn’t moved at all. Still squatting in front of her, I pretended to be calm. “I’m what?”
“You’re in charge. Not in a domineering way, but because of your experience, you know. My fantasies… ehm…” Freya’s face reddened, and she took another long sip of her drink. “My fantasies are more about how I feel than what we do. You say things to me that you would never say in real life.”
“Like… marry me?”
She nodded. “Yeah, and other things.”
“Such as?”
Tilting her head to one side, Freya blushed and smiled. “Words that are silly and won’t ever come true.”
“You can tell me.”
Her hair fell into her eyes as she looked down and admitted, “That making love to me is special and the best sex you’ve ever had.”
It was as if an invisible hand reached inside my chest and squeezed my heart. “Youarespecial to me!”
Freya emptied the glass before meeting my eyes. “Yeah, I know, but to you I’m one of many. It’s different for me.”
Standing back up, I took her glass and placed it on the table behind her. “Let’s not talk about others right now. Today it’s just you and me.”
Freya sucked her lips in and gave a short nod. “Just don’t compare me to the others.”
She would know how silly her request was if she knew that for years every other sex partner in my life had failed in comparison to her.
Taking her hand, I weaved our fingers together and led her to my bedroom. With other women positions and role-playing had been necessary to get me interested, but with Freya, all I wanted was to be naked and close to her.
“Do you trust me?” I asked as I slid her cardigan off her shoulder.
“Mm-hmm.”
Her skin was much paler than her father’s and brother’s and a testament to how much time she spent inside, reading.
“I got something from the Motherlands.”
“What?”
Taking off her cardigan, I moved on to remove her top and paused a little when I saw her gorgeous breasts bared. I had seen hundreds of breasts, but Freya’s were the forbidden fruits I had dreamed about for more than twelve years.
“What did you get from the Motherlands?” she repeated and brought me out of my fixation with her gorgeous globes.
“Ehh… pregnancy protection. I know you don’t have an implant, so I got a spray from Lachlan.”
“You were counting on this to happen?”
“I was hoping you would come to your senses.”
