To find you. And I did and now I can’t imagine what I would do without you.
“I’m so sorry about that, baby, but I’m glad you told me.” He kissed the back of her neck and she started to relax again. “Why do you think you aren’t good at sex? Look at how these pretty things respond to me.”
He cupped her breasts and her nipples immediately flared to life. They tightened again, almost painfully, as if they would explode if he didn’t touch them, tease them.
“They don’t usually do that.” She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out when he gently rolled the nubs between his thumbs and forefingers. She felt an answering pull low in her pelvis.
She could feel the heat of his mouth next to her ear. “Why? What’s sex been like? Any long-term boyfriends?”
She shook her head and tried to stay still. Not being able to see him, she had to focus on the dark chocolate sound of his voice. It was so deep and melodic. “No one for the last year. I saw someone in high school and then he went to college. I stayed at home. I dated a man I met at work for a while. We saw each other off and on up until…” Ronnie died. She couldn’t say that. “Mom got sick. There wasn’t time for relationships.”
His hand moved lower, trailing down her abdomen. He moved close to her until she could feel him against her backside. There it was, the long, hard piece of him that proved he definitely was attracted to her. Macon was built on large lines and his cock didn’t seem to be the exception.
His fingers slid under the waistband of her undies. “And none of those men made you scream?”
God, she hoped she didn’t disappoint him. “No. But I’ll be honest, this particular episode has probably already lasted longer than my other experiences.”
His mouth moved across her shoulder, dropping kisses that sweetly singed her. “You won’t get that with me. I’ve wanted this for a very long time. Sex with my ex-wife was quick, too. She didn’t like to mess up her hair and I didn’t really know what I wanted.” Those fingers delved deeper, getting closer and closer to her core. “I do now.”
“What do you want, Macon?”
“I want a lover. Not someone who indulges me because she thinks that’s what she’s required to do in a relationship. I want a woman who craves me with her heart and soul because I’m the only one who can make her wet and ready simply by looking at her. It doesn’t take a ton of experience to know that a woman needs time and patience to achieve her maximum potential, but it’s more than simply giving to you. I want to sink into you, to know your body better than I know my own. I want to spend hours kissing every inch of you. And I want you to trust me enough to let me take control.”
“That’s going to be hard for me.” Although it did seem to be working. Her body was primed in a way it never had been before. “But I think we can do the sex part now. I think I’m ready.”
His hands came out and he took a step back. She was left standing there alone and blind. “You’re not ready until I say you’re ready.”
He was in control. Yeah, she got that. “Sorry.”
“I don’t buy that for a second, but when I’m done you’ll understand the difference between being wet enough for sex and being ready to make love. If all you want is another man on top of you, you should find someone else.”
“I don’t want that. I want you. Don’t push me away. I’m trying this for the first time. You have no idea how hard I’m trying.” Her instincts told her to protect herself, that this would all go bad in the end and if she made herself truly vulnerable to him he would tear her apart. But she stood there. She didn’t tear the scarf off, didn’t tell him to go to hell. She wanted him more than she wanted to be safe.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” He was in front of her now, his big body brushing against hers as his mouth hovered right over her lips. “I’ve got triggers, too, baby. Please don’t tell me to hurry up and get it over with. I meant what I said before. I want more this time. I can’t settle for getting off. I need to mean something to you. I need the sex to be meaningful.”
“It already means more to me than you can know. I’ll stop pushing. Please don’t stop touching me.”
He kissed her, his mouth more demanding than before. His hands found her hips, dragging her into the heat of his body. She found herself deliciously crushed against him as his mouth mated with hers.
He finally moved away. “I’m going to take you to the bed now.”
She was ready for him to take her hand and lead her back, but she gasped as he hooked an arm under her legs and she was pulled up into the air. There was a moment of fear because she couldn’t see and she was utterly dependent on him, but this was Macon. She relaxed and let him carry her.
“I will try my hardest not to trip, baby,” he said with a chuckle.
It was good to hear him laugh after all the seriousness of before. Even if he did trip, this was the type of man who would do everything he could to take the pain for himself. He would kill himself to make sure she didn’t get hurt.
He was also the type of man who would be so hurt if he ever found out why she’d come here. Given everything that had happened to him, he wouldn’t trust easily.
She needed time with him, needed for him to become so comfortable with her, he wouldn’t walk away. She only needed a few weeks. A month, perhaps. Maybe after she married him.
God, she was in love with Macon Miles and she wanted to marry him.
He settled her on top of the covers. Like everything she’d been given since she’d met this man, the bed was lush and comfortable. Her life had become easy in a way it never had been before. Even with her mom and Ronnie, she’d had the judgment of the rest of her town. The legacy of her father’s violence had been a cloud that clung to her. But here in Dallas, there was only sunshine and friendship and him.
She let him move her arms over her head.
“I want you to hold them there until I tell you it’s all right to move,” he commanded, his voice turning deep.
She relaxed, luxuriating in the feel of softness at her back. Her skin was sensitized, as though her pores had opened up to soak in the feeling.
“I think you’re beautiful, Ally. I especially think you’re gorgeous like this. The longer I’m with you, the less I think I can be happy being vanilla. I don’t need it all the time, but I want nights where I’m in control, where you trust me enough to give over to me.”
“I want that, too, Macon. But for now, I want you to touch me again.”
“There you go giving orders.” His hand covered her breast and she arched into his touch. He closed his fingers around one nipple, rolling it deliciously. “I’ll teach you not to do that in here. In here, I’m the top.”
He pinched down and Ally squealed, the pain so unexpected.
“Give it a second.” His hand was on her belly, holding her in place. “Tell me you didn’t feel that in your pussy, baby.”
The pain had bitten into her, but he was right. It had morphed somewhere from her nipple to her pussy and now she had a melting sensation between her thighs. “That hurt.”
“But you’re not moving.” His fingers slid over the crotch of her underwear. “And these seem curiously wet.”
She was wet, wetter than she’d ever been before. It was disconcerting to realize how far gone she was. She kind of wanted him to pinch her other nipple, to see if the sensation worked the same way. It had to have been a mistake. She couldn’t have liked it.
“Stop thinking about it.” His fingers slid over her clit and she couldn’t help but squirm. “Just let it be. Let me play with you. Anything you really can’t handle, tell me and I’ll stop, but give it a second. You can’t know if you like it. Not until you’ve tried it. But I think you do. Your breathing changed. You panted for a minute and then relaxed. Like this.”
He twisted the other nipple, a sharp edge of pain that became warmth and a druggy sense of satisfaction.
“Tell me, did that hurt enough to never have the sensation again?”
She could hear him moving, something rustling. Not being able to see was keeping her on edge, her body active and awake in a way it had never been before. “No. It hurt, but then it felt good.”
There was a little sound, almost like a soft pop. “That was me taking off the leg. It’s easier to be in bed without it. For all its high tech, it doesn’t move like a normal leg here. Don’t be afraid.”
She snorted. “I’m not afraid of your leg, Miles, and get over the whole I’m not pretty thing. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, leg or no leg. That stump of yours is probably hot, too.”
Was that why he really blindfolded her? Because he was insecure about the leg? She was fairly certain it was why he didn’t play with the guys. He never wore shorts either.
The bed dipped and she was careful to keep her hands above her head. Her lover, it seemed, liked to be obeyed, and he got off track when he wasn’t. When she really thought about it, this was about him. He got very distracted by disobedience. She would have to watch for that. She would also have to find a way to let him know how sexy he was, exactly the way he was.