The full, high breasts. Nipples pressing against the taut fabric. Soft belly. Small waist, curving out to her hips. Strong thighs.
‘Will I…take it off?’
Cassian sent up a silent prayer for control. ‘If you feel comfortable.’
She put one hand under a strap and pushed it down over her shoulder and then the other one. Then she tugged them down. He held his breath for an infinitesimal moment before she kept going and peeled the material down, over her breasts to her waist.
Cassian felt a rush of blood to his head. She was stunning. The most beautifully shaped breasts he’d ever seen in his life. Full and heavy. Nipples hard and pink. His mouth watered.
She kept going, shimmying her hips a little as she tugged the swimsuit down all the way and let it fall at her feet.
Cassian moved his gaze down, taking her in. Awed. A dark thatch of hair between her legs. She put a hand there and ducked her head, as if suddenly embarrassed. ‘You’re probably used to—’
‘No.’ His voice came out harsher than expected. She looked up.
‘No,’ he said, more gently. ‘You are exquisite.’
‘What should I do now?’
‘Can I look at you?’
She nodded. Cassian stood back. A chance to try and get some air to his brain. To keep the fire in his blood at a level where he didn’t feel like he was going to explode.
He let his gaze rove over her, every inch. And then he started to walk around her. Her back was almost as tantalising as her front. Long spine. Pale skin. The way her waist curved out to her hips and her bottom. Full and plump.
But then she turned around abruptly. ‘Actually, I don’t like you being behind me… I can’t see you.’
He could see that she was breathing faster. The fear in her eyes. What the hell had happened to her? But he pushed that aside now.
He said, ‘Okay, I won’t do that again. How about if I lie down on the bed?’
She nodded jerkily, damp skeins of dark hair slipping over her shoulder, reaching down as far as her breasts.
He lay down on the bed. He felt as though his whole body was throbbing. ‘Why don’t you sit on the chair over there?’ He indicated to a wide chair near a chest of drawers.
Lili looked at it. ‘Okay.’ She went over and sat down on the edge and looked as if she was waiting for his next instruction.
Cassian came up on one elbow. He knew that if they were going to do this, she would have to be fully ready and if he couldn’t touch her…he asked, ‘Have you ever touched yourself, Lili?’
CHAPTER SEVEN
LILI’S ENTIRE BODY FLUSHED. She couldn’t believe she was in Cassian’s room, naked. Like him. Sitting on the edge of a chair having a conversation about—she got out a garbled-sounding, ‘Um, no, I haven’t.’
She wondered faintly why she had started this again. She could be asleep in her bed right now. But something was awoken inside her and she knew if she had a choice she’d stay here. No matter how excruciatingly mortifying, and a big part of that was because of how amazingly gentle and understanding Cassian was being. A revelation. And yet, she knew that unless she’d trusted him on some level, she would never have come to his bedroom like this. She’d unpack that later.
Cassian sat up on the edge of the bed. He said, ‘I need you to be ready, Lili, because the first time can hurt a little.’
Lili’s gaze dropped to his lap where his erection was even bigger. She gulped a little. She looked back up. ‘Okay. Tell me what to do.’ She was determined now, no going back.
‘Sit back in the chair.’
She did, moving right into the back.
‘Can you widen your legs?’
After a moment of hesitation, Lili did, slowly. She could see a flush come up along Cassian’s cheekbones. His erection twitched. He said a little hoarsely, ‘Like that.’
‘Okay, now, cup your breast…feel its weight and texture.’
