Her arms find their way around my neck again and she leans in to meet me, a little smile on her lips as she presses her forehead against mine.
“Like what you see?” she teases.
I press my erection against her thigh. “What do you think?”
She nods. “So do I.”
She turns around, dislodging my hands and climbs across the bed. I wince a little, seeing her ass up in the air like that, nothing but a lacy thong covering it.
Jesus, I wish I’d have known we were having sex tonight. I needed to prepare for this.
I climb on the bed with her. Prepared or not, we’re doing this. I guess if it doesn’t last too long this time, that’s not the worst thing in the world; she’s a virgin, so it’s not going to be the greatest for her.
Looking at her like this, waiting for me in bed, mostly naked… well, I need to do something about that mostly part. I hook my fingers around the flimsy fabric still covering her and tug it down. She lifts her hips to help me and a moment later, I fling them off the bed behind us.
Now she gets a little shy, positioning her hands to cover herself. I shake my head, tugging them away.
“No hiding,” I tell her.
“Then I think you should…” She flicks her finger toward the lower part of my body, still dressed in slacks. “It’s only fair,” she adds.
In a way it’s more uncomfortable undressing in front of her than anyone before her. I’ve never cared what anyone else thought, not really. I care a lot about what she thinks.
I shove the rest of my clothes off, kicking them onto the floor, but I don’t look at her. She doesn’t wait; she sits back on her heels and reaches a hand out, her fingertips moving slowly down my hip, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she inspects the damage. Perhaps because I told her I didn’t want any, her face betrays no sympathy as she explores me, but when she finishes, she says simply, “I hope he dies.”
Smiling slightly, I reply, “Yeah, me too.”
Chapter Eleven
Elise smiles at me, then without further mention of my scars, she leans in to give me a gentle kiss. Her hand comes up to touch my face and she sends shivers all down my spine at the brief contact. I love this, just kissing her, her touching me. I want her on top of me, so I grab her by the hips and position her so she’s straddling me. Judging by her little smile, she approves of this position.
“Should we… Do you have a condom?” she asks.
“Oh, not yet,” I tell her, leaning in to catch the rosy tip of her left breast in my mouth. Her breath catches, her hands fisting in my hair—or they would’ve, if I wouldn’t have cut it all off. Never again.
I push my hand through the long locks of her hair, cupping my hand behind her neck and drawing her close. I release her breast, capturing her mouth again, arousal growing as she opens for me, not quite sure what to do, but waiting for me to take charge. I do, dominating, my tongue sweeping in to tangle with hers. My free hand drops, splaying across her breast, brushing my thumb across her nipple. She moans into my mouth and I nearly lose my shit. As much as I regret pulling back when she’s getting into it, I want to make sure she experiences pleasure before we get to the sex, and if she moans like that again, I’m not going to be able to wait.
“We’re gonna do this more next time,” I promise.
“What are we gonna do now?” she asks eagerly, following my lead and crawling off my lap. It’s funny, the way she sits there looking at me, like I’m her tutor again, about to give her an assignment instead of an orgasm.
I smile, shaking my head at her, then I catch her legs and flip her onto her back. “Right now I’m going to kiss you.”
“Oh, good,” she says, her arms heading for my neck again.
“Nope,” I say, dropping to place a little kiss on her flat tummy, then a little lower. Then a little lower.
Her face flushes as she realizes where I meant.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she tells me.
“Trust me,” I say, tugging her knees apart. “I want to.”
She covers her face with her hands, as if she can’t watch, but then she peeks down at me between her fingers. “Really, honestly, you don’t have to—” Her words cut off as I drop a kiss to the inside of her left thigh. She tries again, “We can just—” I drop a kiss just a little bit higher, and she sighs.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, moving my attention to her other thigh.