Page 94 of Reading Between the Lines
Tallus’s lips parted, and the water clinging to his lashes made him all the more sexy. I caressed his body, washing him as he’ddone to me, freely touching him like I’d always wanted but never been brave enough to do.
A soft moan escaped his lips, and he lowered his forehead to my chest.
One arm was less functional than the other, but I fought to keep moving, urgently wanting to take advantage of a moment of courage. I mapped his back and skated my hands down his spine to the round globes of his ass. It required bending more than my injury liked, but I gritted my teeth through the pain. It was worth it. Once I started touching him, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t get enough.
How was this real?
Why had I been granted such pleasure?
Tallus rocked his erection against me, and my own swelled in response. I wanted to be inside him. I wanted him wrapped around me. If I could have hiked him into my arms and pressed him against the wall, I’d have buried myself in his body. I’d have taken my time. I didn’t want to open my eyes because this must have been a dream, and I didn’t want to wake up.
“D?”
I moved a hand between us, taking his cock and stroking. He whimpered and pressed into my hold. “Oh god, Diem.” I stroked faster, adding a twist of the wrist every so often to ramp up the pleasure.
“Fuck…. Diem… Do you want me to come?”
“Not yet,” I rasped, slowing the pace. “In bed.”
He blinked water-damp lashes, a querying look in his eyes. “In…”
“Rinse.”
We rinsed, and he shut off the water. Drying proved difficult, but Tallus took care to run the fluffy pink towel over spots that hurt too much to reach. But I didn’t care about being dry. I caredabout riding the momentum before it vanished, before my brain caught up and I lost the nerve.
I took his hand and brought him back into the bedroom.
“Lie down,” he said, but I shook my head.
“You lie down.”
Every time we fucked in a bed, Tallus took the lead by laying me on my back and riding me. Not this time.
I motioned to the bed. “On your back.”
All Tallus seemed to be able to do was stare. I rooted through my bag for a condom and lube. By the time I located them, he still hadn’t moved.
“On the bed, Tallus.” The growl in my tone got him moving.
I hated the doubt in his eyes. He didn’t trust this was real any more than I thought I could sustain this level of bravery.
My shoulder screamed as I crawled onto the bed, stopping only when Tallus was beneath me. I balanced on my good arm, keeping inches between our shower-warm bodies. Lust replaced the doubt when I stroked his cheek.
“I’m kind of sore, but I’m going to do my best.”
“It’s all I’ve ever asked for, D.”
“I know. I’ve wanted to… I dream about… Tallus, you’re…” I closed my eyes in frustration. If touching was a challenge, talking about my feelings was almost worse. No one had taught me how, and my father had beaten what he considered to be sissy emotions out of me before I was old enough to understand.
Tallus brushed his feet over my calves, drawing me back to the present. I met his patient gaze. “I’m just… going to do this and stop trying to talk about it.”
He chuckled. “Such a charmer.”
“Shut up, Tallus.” I lowered my head and kissed him. He met me heart and soul, encouraging me to lower my body so we connected. I did, cautious of my extra weight, not wanting to crush him.
His tongue, his lush mouth, his warm skin. It buzzed like electricity through my veins. A deep, insatiable yearning took over. Tallus hooked his ankles at my lower back and moved against me, our cocks brushing together with delicious friction.
A month ago, a week ago, I couldn’t touch Tallus without battling a swirling vortex of negative thoughts. That morning, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. For once, my dad’s taunting words and my own reprimands vanished.
