Megan inhaled, swelling her breast in his hand. “Kiss me. Put your mouth on me. Please.”
He growled deep in his throat. He bent and suckled her hotly, but gently, tempering his need. After a moment, he noticed how she squeezed her thighs together and knew she did it to still her ache there. He continued to mold her breasts in his hands and stimulated her with his laving, lashing tongue, but he also reached down to unbutton her jeans. He raised his head momentarily from the moist, tight bud of her right nipple as he worked her jeans down over her thighs. Megan helped eagerly, kicking them off her lower legs after Christian eased them over her hips and knees.
If he didn’t hurt so much he’d think he’d turned to stone he was so hard.
He examined her as she lay on the bed, wearing nothing but tiny yellow silk bikini panties. Her golden hair was wildly tossed around her on the pillow. He read the puissant plea in her eyes. Her breasts were flushed and damp from his caresses. Her belly was pale, and flat, and strangely erotic to Christian in its vulnerability and softness.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasped. “I knew that you would be, but this…”
He pressed his mouth to her belly, unable to find the words for what he experienced in that moment. He’d made love to dozens of women in hundreds of different ways, but this relatively innocent sexual experience with Megan struck him as electric…amazing, even.
She tangled her fingers in his hair. He rubbed his lips longingly against her silky skin and inhaled her womanly scent. He tongued her bellybutton.
She made a strangled sound of longing. He opened his eyes, pinning her with his stare. He slowly raised himself over her and took her in his arms. His kisses on her mouth were feverish, but tender.
/> “I’m going to touch you now, Megan. Okay?”
”Yes,” she pled.
Their gazes remained locked as he palmed the mound at the juncture of her thighs. He pressed. Megan pressed back.
“Christian.”
“Shhh,” he soothed, although he wasn’t sure if he was trying to calm her desperation or his own jangled nerves. His arousal was greater than he’d ever known it to be. But just below it, like a brackish stream, ran his doubts and uncertainty. He didn’t want to hurt her. He only wanted to cherish the lovely, sensual nymph that lay beneath him, flushed with cresting desire.
She tensed when his fingers slid beneath the silk of her underwear. He didn’t remove them, but just cupped her sex protectively for a few breathless moments. His lungs burned. When he heard her whimper of need, he carefully separated the tender petals that covered her most sensitive flesh. He slid and glided over her, hearing the erotic sound of her soft cries of pleasure.
He dropped his head against hers on the pillow, slain by her sweetness.
“Ah, Christ. You’re so wet, honey.” He panted as he stared into Megan’s damp, desire-tightened face. She was like hot silk gone liquid under his hand. “No, stay still, Megan,” he ordered gruffly when she started to squirm against his hand, wild for more friction.
“Christian?” she asked shakily. Her body strained in pleasure.
“Just let it happen,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear. “Give in to it. Trust me.”
Her head went back and a sharp cry pushed out of her throat and past her lips. Her body shuddered against his hand. He watched her as she succumbed to pleasure, enthralled. He leaned down and spoke to her as he nursed her through her climax, soothing her, praising her responsiveness, her femininity, her innate sensuality. It was a choppy, unpracticed anthem, but Christian had never been so sincere in his life.
He knew he would remember the moment forever when Megan’s eyelids opened and she looked at him. He would probably try to memorialize it in his music, but part of him knew that he would never fully capture the essence. It was the lament of the artist since time began.
Her green eyes shone luminous. A light sheen of sweat covered her face, breasts and belly. Her hair looked wild, almost alive in its vibrancy. She was the same young woman he’d first seen playing with Emily in the park, but she was different, too…more than she had been.
He responded naturally, without thought, to the newly awakened goddess who lay beside him. His kiss was reverent and lusty at once. He pressed his aching, tight erection into her soft flesh. Even though he had prohibited himself from doing so tonight, his fingers slid down her feminine folds, instinctively seeking the channel that was meant to cradle him.
When he felt Megan tense, heard her cry of uncertainty, the spell abruptly shattered.
He whipped his hand away from her and rolled off her. Megan was staring at him, wide-eyed.
* * * *
“Are you okay?” he demanded.
“Yes. I’m sorry, it just…” Her words trailed off when she fully took in Christian’s expression.
His anxiety was palpable. Why was he looking at her so strangely, like he thought she was going to break apart at his touch? Even as her mouth moved to ask the question out loud, her mind provided her with the answer. The amorphous uncertainty that had been plaguing her throughout the day suddenly crystallized.
She felt stripped bare beneath his fierce gaze.
Neither of them spoke as Megan reached for the sheet and drew it over her nakedness. She’d never realized that silence had the ability to confer as much pain as words until that moment.