Her thoughts slowed, became tangled, her senses taking over, smothering reason. Was this empty? Was this connection bad?
Mikael’s fingertip drew slow, lazy circles down the slope of her breast to the valley between, and then down across her flat belly to gently press against her through the material of her bikini bottoms.
She sighed as her head lit up with color and lights and pleasure.
“We enjoy each other,” he added, tracing her softness, his knuckle brushing against her where she was so very sensitive. “We’ve been affectionate. We both feel a strong physical connection. What is missing?”
Love.
She wanted more than sex, more than pleasure. She wanted love. But it was so hard to say when he was touching her so intimately, making her head spin, and her senses pop and explode.
It was hard to focus, even harder for her to speak. “A relationship can’t just be about sex,” she said. “And I want more than pleasure.”
“You don’t think pleasure can lead to more?” His fingers slipped beneath the material to caress her intimately. She was hot and slick and he teased her, making her gasp and squeeze her thighs together to ignore what was happening inside of her.
“Can’t pleasure generate love?” he persisted, before leaning over her and kissing one taut nipple through her top.
“I don’t...think...so,” she said, sucking in a breath as he sucked her, drawing on her hard enough to create sharp pinches of sensation, the pleasure so intense it was almost like pain.
As he worked her breast he pressed his fingers into her, stroking her deep and rhythmically, matching the draw on her nipple.
Fire streaked from her breast to her womb. She felt her inner muscles clench him, her body already so hot and wet she knew she wouldn’t last, knew she couldn’t hold back. He had magic in his hands, and he knew just how to touch her, just how to seduce her. He could make her his slave with just a kiss and a touch...
“But you don’t know for sure,” he said, stroking deep, creating a maddening friction. His dark eyes sparked. “Pleasure happens in the mind. Love happens there, too.” He leaned close, his lips grazing hers. “Why can’t one lead to the other?”
She leaned in to the kiss, kissing him with desperation and hunger, as the tease of desire became a fierce consuming need. She hummed with tension. It coiled inside of her, throbbing, insisting, making her feel wild for release. “I need you,” she choked. “Need you to make love to me.”
“I am,” he said, as his fingers pressed deep.
She bucked against his hand, frantic, and frustrated. “Not like this. I want you, your body, your skin, in bed, on me.” She’d go mad if she didn’t have him soon. “Let’s go inside,” she whispered, licking her lip, her mouth dry, heart hammering. “Now.”
“And what shall we do there?” he asked.
She gave her head a shake, dizzy, dazed. “Everything.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “This is only day three, laeela. We’re to draw the pleasure out...make you wait.”
“I waited all day for you!” she protested.
“Pleasure can’t be rushed.”