Summon Toren(74)

The sound in his voice, what his words meant, oh Lord help her body function. Wait…did he just ask what to do? Didn’t he know?

As though he’d read her mind, or maybe her face, he whispered in utter shame and distress, “I…I wished I hadn’t spent my entire life learning only how to fill my own needs.”

Wow. But he’d done so well when…

“Show me. What you want.” He licked his lips, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. “Whatever it is, I will do it.”

Oh shock and awe. Now if only she knew the answer to that. She recalled when he had took control of their first kiss. How passionate it had felt. Even if they were about to die, it had been unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

Skylar looked at his mouth. “Kiss me.”

She slowly gripped the covers as he moved to kneel before her. He leaned in and placed a barely kiss on her lips only making her dizzy with need. The need for so much more.

With her eyes still closed, she whispered, “Like you did…at the cabin.”

He hesitated until she opened her eyes and looked into his distraught face. “We were going to die, I—”

She gasped and met his pretty blue gaze, fighting to breathe around the boulder in her chest. “I am dying.” The words seemed to untie the bindings on her heart and her need poured forth. “Dying to be loved,” she sobbed.

She sat there unable to keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks. No turning back now. She was wide open, it was all or nothing. She watched Ezekiel digest her words and their meaning, watched them take root. And wondered what they might produce.

He reached up and stroked her face, from her temple, slowly down to her chin. Then her neck.

Her heart raced as she watched his face, those amazing blue eyes focused on his hand. She gasped when his finger brushed over her painfully erect nipple. He raised his gaze to hers, a knowing look in the blue depths. He stroked again. The pleasure it caused was dizzying and she sat there as he built a raging inferno inside her with only one finger, back and forth over her nipple. “Oh God, yes.” She finally surrendered and closed her eyes.

Ezekiel carefully lifted her shirt and removed it. Skylar placed her hands behind her, offering him everything. The longing to be touched with passion mixed with the newness of never having been, produced a shy hesitancy.

Ezekiel wasn’t hesitant.

He tormented her with both hands now, stroking over her nipples with a slow deliberation. “You are very beautiful.” The ache in his voice turned the fire higher between her legs. Its molten fingers seemed to slither over her muscles, forcing her thighs open with the need to be…touched...with….

She gasped as warm fingers skimmed over her breasts to her waist, delicately tracing muscles along the way until he ended at the button on her jeans.

He unfastened them and slid down the zipper like he were unwrapping something spectacular. She lifted her butt off the bed when he began to work them over her hips. She was eager to be free of them, wanting his touch. Down there…however she could get it.

Once free, desire, the new and delicious liquid courage, flowed through her limbs and she opened her legs for him. His sexy lips remained parted as his stern gaze riveted to what she showed him. No, flaunted. Her most secret place. She didn’t want him to think she was a whore but she couldn’t stop herself from behaving like one. A desperate, wanton, whore. God she never wanted anything so much as for him to…to touch her there. With his fingers. The way she did many nights. The way she once fantasized how a good man might touch a woman.

Again desire rolled through her body, moving her hips in small inviting tilts toward him. Oh God, touch me. Please. He looked up at her finally and her tummy tickled at what she saw in his eyes. Innocent desire, raw and potent, and unskilled. Unrestrained. He’d given Reckless a face and name.

The vague surety of what he was capable of caused hungry butterflies to swarm her stomach and bite her lower lip. She silently prayed he’d ask the questions haunting his blue eyes.

“Can I touch you?”

Oh thank you Jesus. She nodded. “Yes, yes.” Desperate, she licked her lips and opened her legs wider just in case he was confused about what she wanted.

He leaned back on his haunches and gasped at the view as he placed his hands on her inner thighs, just above her knees. Fear flashed through her at what he thought of her bare parts. Did he consider it an abomination for a woman to be shaved? God she hoped not.

She moaned when he pushed her legs open wider. What would he do? She wished he’d figure it out and do it already. She was burning up with need.

He glanced up at her, seeming unsure. Damn.