Page 63 of Late Nights & Love Lines
Her chest heaves, and her body vibrates beneath me.
“Just ask, sweetheart. Whatever it is, ask me.”
“I want you to touch me, to hold me, but I’ve never been comfortable with the—the intimacy of it before. I’m not sure how I’ll react.” The words spill out of her as if they’re in a race with each other, and I give her a slow smile.
“We won’t know until we try. Can I try, Rowan? Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” she mewls.
Thank fuck. Paying close attention to her reactions, I rise up to my knees and place my hands on her thighs. She squirms, attempting to press them together, but she can’t with me between them.
My girl wants to take control, but she needs to let it go.
“The second you say stop, for any reason, I’ll stop.” It might kill me, but I will. “If you don’t like something, if it makes you uncomfortable, or you’re unsure about anything, say stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she sighs when I skim my palms to her upper thighs, and her lashes flutter closed.
“One more thing.”
She blinks open.
“Keep your eyes on me, and let me hear you. I’m going to move based on the sounds you make, so don’t hold anything back.”
She twists her head around, taking in our surroundings as though she’s just remembered we’re outside.
“It’s private property. No one will see us.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’ll give you anything you need, sweetheart, except one thing.” My body fights against memories, and the muscles in my neck strain against my skin. “I don’t share. Ever.”
Events from my past bubble up in my throat, causing my words to sound haggard and a little ruthless. I count to five before I’m sure I can remain calm. “Whatever happens between us, out here or behind closed doors, is not for anyone but us. And there’s not a fucking chance I’d allow anyone any piece of us that we don’t explicitly give. Understood?”
“Okay. Yes.”
She’s quick to answer with words but also her eyes—for once, she allows me a glimpse past her shield, and it’s more than I could have ever asked for. When I lift her dress higher, exposing pale pink lace panties, her lashes flutter against the creamy skin of her cheeks.
Heaven. That’s the only word that comes to mind. She is fucking heaven.
I lift her dress higher, exposing the expanse of her silky skin, and she writhes beneath my touch. Her body leans into mine as much as it tries to pull away, so I take my time in my exploration of her, allowing her time to adjust to the feel of me.
There’s not a mark or blemish anywhere on her, and as I snake my hands up her ribs, my body shudders.
“You’re perfect,” I groan, tugging her dress over her head.
A crimson flush expands from her neck to her cheeks, and down lower to her chest.
“Seb…” It’s a low, throaty plea that my cock responds to.
“What, baby? What do you want?”
“You,” she cries out when my mouth captures her nipple with my teeth through her lacy bra.
Her tits are the perfect size to squeeze, pinch, mark. I sink my teeth into her flesh, and her back arches off the blanket.
“Fuck, Sebastian. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I undo the clasp in the center of her chest and peel the bra from her skin, groaning when I find my mark below her nipple.
