She stared at him and every conceivable emotion flashed in her eyes.
“I promise not to touch you.” Though Toren meant the words, his mercury was vehemently opposed and let him know with a wave of pain that caused him to wince and catch his breath hard.
She seemed to regain that feigned composure she was so good at using with him. “Alright. I guess I do owe you.” She looked at the bed and he went to make room. “Don’t you dare try to move! I’ll manage.”
“Okay.” He needed to remember he was supposed to be injured.
She took her boots off and lay next to him, half on his body half on the bed, but outside the covers. “Am I hurting you?”
“God no.” He put his arm down next to her then pressed his palm into her back and pulled her closer. “Feels like you’re falling off the bed.”
“I’m fine!”
A few seconds of silence passed during which he relished the feel of her nearness and wished for more. “My legs are cold.”
She lifted her head to look then covered his legs with one of hers.
“Mmm. They almost feel numb.”
She sat up abruptly. “Numb? How numb?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Hard to tell.”
She removed the covers. “Oh my God,” she gasped, throwing them back over his groin.
“Sorry, I don’t remember getting undressed.”
“No, no, it’s…it’s not your fault. I had them undress you. I just forgot.” She began rubbing on his legs. “Do you feel this?”
“Yes. But they ache.” To be touched by you.
She began rubbing them roughly and Toren winced.
“Too hard?”
He nodded.
She softened her touch.
“Now I can’t feel it.”
She paused thinking then grabbed the blankets at his feet and slid them up to his groin. She began softly massaging his legs again. “Better?”
“Much,” he sighed.
She worked her fingers up and down his legs and Toren lost the power to will the heat from his phallus, grateful for the bunched up blanket on his hips. “Thank you…by the way,” she said.
Toren clenched his eyes shut as her hands slowed and softened even more, driving him to desperation with every millimeter of movement.
“Thought you were going to die,” she whispered.
Father. His heart pounded furiously with need as her fingers lingered on his upper thigh, thoughtful and silky. He slid the opposite leg to the left, making room for her. Then he remembered she’d spoke. “You told him to shoot her.”
He shuddered as her fingers dipped between his thighs and stroked up toward his straining desire. “I…was scared.”
“For me,” he whispered.
She pressed her entire palms against his inner and outer thigh, back to a more professional touch. But Toren could feel it was just a façade. He could feel how much she loved touching him. And that knowledge made him insanely aroused. “Stupid Joe nearly got you killed.”
“Keep touching me.”
She paused. “I am.”
Her tone was timid. So different from what she usually was. Much more pliable. His mercury loved that, made it eager to dominate. “Like you were. Before.”
She glided her fingers softly over him, slowly.
“Yes. That.”
She didn’t say a word as she focused on her job, reaching down to his ankles and slowly sliding her soft fingers over his legs. When she got to his upper thigh, she slowed but ventured higher. Toren couldn’t stop his hips from moving, reaching for her touch. Nor could he keep the sound of his hunger from escaping in labored breaths.
She stroked slowly back down his leg but began the journey back up much sooner and again went extremely slow on the slide up. He was near delirious with need. “Touch me.” He pushed his hips, knowing he was being too forward with her but he couldn’t help it. His need for her was reflexive and undeniable. He moved the blanket aside, wanting her see how much she affected him. His phallus stood tall and hard and she stared at it. Not wide eyed, but with a hooded gaze.
He opened his legs more and thrust his hips. “Please,” he begged, shamelessly.
She hesitantly reached for him and his shaft nearly jumped into her hand when she got close enough. She wrapped a warm hand around him, soft, like she were afraid to hurt him.
“Squeeze it harder.” The words came on his ragged breaths as he instructed her.
She did as he said then began to move her hand up and down the length, oh so slow. Toren’s head fell back with a loud groan. “Yes.” He pushed his hips into her hand, amazed that she knew to do that.
Toren hadn’t looked into the man’s part of the sexual process, only what he should do for the woman, not dreaming he’d need to know how to manage the power she created in him with such simple touches. He’d figured he’d play that part by ear, like he did with everything else. Not knowing what to do in this one thing, he realized was foolish.