Page 60 of Harbor (The Wanderers 3)

“For a medical doctor, you sure are dense.”

He winced. “Apparently. What am I missing?”

“It’s been far longer than two weeks, smarty pants.”

“Okay. How long?”

“Twenty-nine years. Happy?” Damn, that was difficult to say out loud.

His eyes went wide. “You’ve never masturbated?”

She shrugged. “It would be super cool if you didn’t act like I’m a freak of nature right now.” She was trembling. This was stressful and he wasn’t making it easier.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. You’re right.” He ran a hand over his hair and stopped talking. With one finger, he traced the edge of her towel along the tops of her breasts. “I want you to be comfortable enough with me, with all of us, with any of us really, to let us take you there.”

“And I need you to not make it such a big deal that I develop a complex and panic when it doesn’t happen.”

“Done. How about if you lose the towel and climb under the covers? You’ll be able to relax better lying down. I’ll kiss you until your knees grow weak again, only you won’t fall.”

“I think I can do that.” It seemed reasonable. She couldn’t continue to stand on her weak leg much longer, and holding on to the towel was exhausting.

Dario stood, pulled back the covers, and held the bed open for her to climb in.

She sat on the edge of the bed, scooted under the covers, and then tugged the towel out from around her to drop it on the floor.

Dario, not the least bit concerned about his naked body or his semi-hard erection, dropped onto his side on top of the covers next to her and leaned in to capture her lips.

She was shaking nervously under the covers, but she let him kiss her. She knew it would calm her. Kissing him or either of the other two always calmed her.

This time was no exception. Moments after his lips descended, she was swept away by the intensity of the contact. She moaned into his mouth as she grabbed the back of his head to make sure he didn’t stop. Every time he leaned closer, she craved more. The pressure of his body leaning into the side of her didn’t make her panic as she’d expected.

“Maybe you could climb under the covers with me,” she suggested against his lips.

He put a few inches between them. “You sure?”

She nodded.

Dario eased off his side of the bed, drew back the blankets, and slid under. He moved toward her, stopping short of touching her. The only contact they had was his hand coming back to her face. He intentionally left a few inches between their bodies.

“I don’t think I’m going to panic if you touch me, Dario.”

He watched her face as he slipped his hand under the covers and flattened his palm on her stomach.

No matter how hard she tried to tell herself not to freak out, she stiffened at his touch and squeezed her thighs together.

He brought their faces closer together again. “Give me your lips, sweetheart. Close your eyes and try to relax.”

Ha. Relax? Was he crazy?

He was kissing her again, and the tension in every muscle of her body began to ease up. He drew lazy circles on her belly with his thumb. When his fingers grazed the edge of her breast, she sucked in a breath and arched her chest, which only managed to make things worse when her nipples rubbed against the sheet.

She pulled out of the kiss, her sensations on overload. A whimper escaped her lips as she reached under the blankets, palmed the back of his hand, and tugged it upward, needing more. Wanting him to cup her breast.

He smiled down at her as his fingers found her nipple and gave a soft pinch.

She cried out softly, moaning as he continued to tease her tight bud, giving it a slight tug and then a twist. Arching her chest upward, she could hardly breathe. “Dario…”

“It’s okay. Just feel. I’m not doing anything except playing with your nipples.” His hand switched to the other breast as he spoke. “So sensitive. Greedy.”

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