A Better Man(74)

She led him into the bedroom and quietly shut the door. Then he opened the heavy drape over the window so the moonlight filtered through the sheer white curtain. By the time he turned around she was hugging herself and looking very unsure. The carpet was soft beneath his feet as he made his way back over to her and cupped her shoulders with his hands.

"Do you trust me?"

She nodded without hesitation.

"Good. Because I would never ask you to do anything you feel uncomfortable with and I would never hurt you. Clear?"

She nodded again.

"First rule . . . no more nodding. I want you to talk to me. Tell me what you want. What you like. What makes you feel good."

"Oh God." She snagged her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Nope." He smiled to reassure her. "It's just me and you. Close your eyes."

When she did, he cupped the side of her head with his hand, letting the soft, silky curls fall over his forearm. He used his other hand to grasp her hip and bring her closer. Then he whispered against her lips. "Tonight is all about you."

He brushed feather-­light kisses down the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent along the way. When he reached her shoulder he gently pushed the loose material of her T-­shirt aside and continued his descent. He could hear her heart pounding as he lifted the shirt over her head. She breathed a small gasp when the cool air touched her skin and she lifted her arms to cover herself.

"You're so beautiful, Lucy. Let me see you." He moved her hands away, then gently cupped the fullness of her breasts in his hands. When he stroked his thumbs across her nipples they peaked into tight rosy buds. "Do you like that?"

Eyes still closed, she started to nod, then obviously remembered the rule. "Yes."

"I want to touch you all over. I want to know what makes you feel good. And then I want to touch you again to be sure."

"I like you touching me." She spoke in a breathy whisper that was so sexy his cock hardened more with a deep, needy ache. He couldn't remember a time where he'd been so turned on just leisurely touching a woman. Most women wanted to get right to the action. Lucy didn't even know what the action was. But she was about to find out-­the slow and seductive way.



       
         
       
        

He took her hands and placed them down at her sides. Then he took his time kissing her mouth, throat, and shoulders. He kissed her arms, lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck and all the way down her spine. He touched her smooth skin with the gentlest of hands, and she rewarded him with soft sighs and throaty moans. When he reached her hips he tucked his thumbs in the waistband of her cutoffs and slid the fabric down her legs. He lifted each foot to remove the pants, then sat back on his heels to look at her standing there in a high-­cut lacy pair of pink panties and nothing else but skin.

"Damn."

"What's wrong?" Concern tinged her voice but she managed to keep her eyes closed.

"Not a thing." He smoothed a hand down over her hip and thigh. "You just take my breath away."

"No I don't. I hear you breathing just fine."

A smile touched his lips before he leaned in to kiss her firm belly, cup her sweet, rounded, lace-­covered ass with his hands, and slick his tongue across her belly button. Her skin tasted sweet like honey. He could only imagine how delicious the rest of her would be.

Slowly he lowered his hands down her hips in a smooth caress, letting his long fingers dip into the warm, damp apex of her thighs. Just enough to test.

To tease.

Her long, hungry moan coincided with the weakening of her knees. Without missing a beat, he scooped her up in his arms and laid her on the bed.

"Are we done now?" she asked.

The disappointment in her tone made him smile and a chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. "Baby, we're just getting started."

Eyes closed, Lucy grasped the fluffy comforter as he trailed his fingers from the base of her throat down between her breasts to the top of the lace on her panties.

"Relax." His fingers brushed and swirled, sending chills-­the good kind-­through her body. "Use your hands for something better than gripping the bedding. Use them on me."

He leaned down, his bare chest pressed into her breasts as his hot breath whispered in her ear. "Or better yet, touch yourself. Show me what feels good."

She'd touched herself before, but not with her bare fingers. A vibrator gave her what she needed without it becoming too . . . personal.

This definitely went beyond personal.