Explosive - Page 60

“Never done what?” Thomas asked cautiously, wanting to make sure they were on the same page. Was she talking about being restrained, or—

“I’ve never had anal sex.”

He swallowed with difficulty. Her eyes looked enormous and dark in the dim room, enigmatic and trusting at once.

“It won’t be like . . . out in the yard,” he said in a rush. “I promise. I don’t know what came over me.”

She nodded, her solemn stare humbling him.

He licked at his upper lip and tasted sweat. He glanced down, realizing she was damp and naked in the chilly air-conditioned room while he was fully dressed.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Here. Get under the covers. Let’s get you comfortable while I get a few things ...”

His voice trailed off as he pulled back the comforter and sheet. Sophie slid beneath them and he covered her. He bent to kiss her—once in thanks for her generosity, once in rising need.

He walked over to her dresser and opened the top draw. In the dim light he made out some neatly folded stockings. He lifted one and wrapped his hand in it, testing its strength, its flexibility.

The feeling of the soft, stretchy material aroused him for some reason; probably because he knew the fabric had once swished between Sophie’s silken thighs, existed within inches of her sweet, aromatic pussy.

He grabbed the stocking’s mate and made his way over to the bags of items he’d collected when he drove into town. He already knew where the lubricant/scented massage oil was, noticed where the middle-aged cashier had bagged it while she gave him a speculative glance, which he ignored. At the time, he’d wondered at his nerve, buying lubricant given his new and strange relationship with Sophie.

But maybe it was the uniqueness of their relationship that had made him do it. Or maybe the animal in him just wouldn’t be denied.

He thought once again of how he’d fucked Sophie out there in the yard.

Would he really be able to control himself? His level of arousal was different than his frenzied need to mate had been earlier, but Thomas couldn’t say that it was milder in intensity, just more focused . . . more deliberate.

He moved aside a package of T-shirts and found the bottle. He felt Sophie’s gaze on him as he placed the combination of lubricant and massage oil on the bedside table.

It was amazing, the stuff you could find at Wal-Mart.

He turned to her, the stockings lying in his hand.

“What’s wrong?” she asked when he stared down at her in indecision.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Sophie?” he asked hoarsely.

She nodded.

“No. Say it,” he demanded, needing to hear it in words.

He saw her throat convulse. “Yes, I want to, Thomas.”

He exhaled slowly. “Okay. Well . . . usually it would require you helping me to get as stiff as a pike, because it works best that way,” he told her, giving her an apologetic glance when he recognized his crudeness. When he saw her lips tilt in amusement, he continued, “B

ut considering I’ve been stone-hard for a while now, I don’t think we’ll have any problems in that department. So how about if we just concentrate on you.”

She bit at her lower lip. “Okay.”

The small evidence of her anxiety made him forget his hesitancy about taking her in such a volatile act of sex when he himself was like a bomb that was about to go off. He promised himself then and there that if he did anything in the next few minutes that even hinted at harming Sophie, he’d leave.

And never come back.

That was dire enough of a consequence to ensure him that no matter what secrets Sophie might hold, she was completely safe with him.

“Reach up and grab the bedposts.”

She did without pause, making his cock throb more insistently.

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