Her Guardian Angel (Fire and Snow)(26)

"How you honor me, my sweet Adele," he whispered to her as he slid the straps down her arms. He gently undid the front clasp and peeled her bra back, slowly revealing her lush round breasts and rosy tight nipples that were already hard and begging to be worshipped by his hands and mouth. As her bra landed on the shirt pooled around her elbows, he palmed each breast and groaned in pleasure.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet Adele, you are perfect."

He felt her tense up at his compliment, again. He couldn't allow her to continue to struggle with her self doubts. She needed to know how perfect she was, so he continued to talk to her, to tell her just how perfect and beautiful her body was.

He trailed off his words as he nibbled at the edge of her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck and over her collarbone. He briefly paused to nuzzle his face in her neck, absorbing her scent into his skin and soul. Then he moved slowly down, licking and nibbling his way down the outside of her right breast, around the underside--wrenching a gasp from Adele's throat--before finally taking her nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. He felt her shudder beneath his mouth as her nipple tightened further. He could do nothing to stop the purr of satisfaction escaping his throat as he savored the taste and feel of his mate burning in his arms.

He felt her tense for a moment before he skillfully distracted her by enclosing her other breast in his hand while he continued to torment the one in his mouth. He felt her shudder and could smell how wet she was for him. Her hands moved tentatively over his shoulders and down onto his chest. He loved the feel of her hands on him. His muscles twitched and flexed beneath her hesitant touch. Her fingers got caught in the material of his shirt and she growled out in frustration.

"Skin...please I want to feel your skin under my hands."

Dominic was more than happy to deliver on her request as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Before he had his arms and head free, he heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her hot palms land on his chest, stroking his hard pectorals, scraping her nails lightly over his nipples--he breathed in sharply as they tightened beneath her touch. Bloody hell, she was going to have him embarrassing himself if she kept this up. She continued her exploration down past his pectorals then smoothed both her hands over his abdomen. His muscles rippled under her touch. Her face looked like she was totally enthralled by his body. His ego grew as he came to the conclusion that she liked what she saw.

Her fingers kept up their wandering, her gaze burning a path up his body to his face. His lips quirked up in a lopsided grin as a very cute blush spread over her face and down her neck again. She was so innocent and blushed so easily. He loved it. She suddenly pulled back. He felt the absence immediately and missed the contact. He picked her hands up in his, brought them to his mouth where he gently kissed each palm before holding them against his chest where he needed them.

"Don't be embarrassed, beautiful. I love the feel of your hands on me. Nothing has ever felt as good as you stroking my skin. Please, don't stop what you were doing."

He felt her tug on her hands, trying to free them, but he refused to release her. Something was going on here other than a touch of embarrassment and shyness. He didn't have to wait long to get his answer.

"You're laughing at me..." a tear escaped and ran down her cheek as she closed her eyes. "I've never been with a man. I don't know what I'm doing...and you...you are just so beautiful and I'm just so...average and you're saying things to me like that. Mon duei I'm babbling..." He allowed her to pull her hands free as he sat there in shock at her comment. He watched in stunned silence as she pulled her shirt back over her shoulders and lowered her face into her hands.

Dominic couldn't believe how Adele saw herself. Her, average? She was exquisite, stunning in every way. He wrapped his hands around hers, gently peeling them away from her face.

"Look at me, Adele...please."

He waited for her to turn her face up to his. Her eyes were rimmed red from her crying and it broke his heart to think he'd caused those tears.

"I was not laughing at you, beautiful. I would never laugh at you showing your passion. Watching your eyes light up, watching you look so happy, so enthralled, to be simply touching me, it makes me happy...more than happy. It makes me ecstatic."

He moved his hands to cup her face and he thumbed away the stray tears that remained on her cheeks. How could he get her to see what he saw?

"My love, there is nothing average about you."

Running his hands through her hair, he told her what he saw, hoping she would see herself in the same light he did.

"Your hair is so soft. The waves glide through my fingers like silk. The color is totally unique, not quite black, not quite brown. When the sun shines off it, like now, it looks like you have a halo..." he ran his thumbs under each eye "...your eyes are like melted chocolate that I just want to dive into and drown in, and your lips..." he started nibbling at the side of her mouth "...just beg for my kisses. I can't resist."