When he was finished, she asked, “May I?”
This wasn’t an act of service, she realized when he turned his back to her.It was pure, unadulterated pleasure.She loved touching his skin, feeling the hard planes of his body, his taut muscles.
She took her time, and when he faced her again, his cock was at least semi-hard.Sofia was satiated and sore, but she still ached for his possession.
“You can use a bit more pressure on my testicles,” he said.
She frowned up at him.“I thought they were fragile.”
“Even after what I did to you in the turret?”
She took his balls in hand and used a firmer grip.
“That’s enough,” he warned.
She stroked his shaft with the lather, pressing her thumb pad to the underneath as she moved up.
By the time she was finished, he was fully erect.
“You could be in danger during the night,” he warned.
Which meant he expected her to sleep in his bed.She’d hated to assume, since he had said he had a number of bedrooms.“I’ll take a chance.”
He caught her hand.“One of many,” he informed her.
She met his eyes, and in them she read something dark and determined.
Chapter Eight
Cade steepled his index fingers and stared out of the window of his study.Tonight, condensation from the rain and humidity ran down the panes of glass, distorting his view.
Three a.m.was a familiar time of day, one he both loved and despised.
The silence soothed.And because it was so dark, all the millions of things he needed to do could wait.Had to wait.
It was too late for alcohol.Too early for coffee.
Insomnia was a demon, one he danced with all too God damn often.Tonight he hadn’t expected to.Sceneing with Sofia, being with her, should have soothed him and allowed him to sleep the peace of the worthy.She couldn’t have been more willing or enthusiastic.
He’d anticipated she’d say yellow at some point.Hell, he’d even encouraged her to do so.But she’d gamely done everything he’d asked of her, and the stunt in the window?Beyond anything he might have imagined.At first he had thought he was looking at a shadow.It had taken several seconds to realize a beautiful woman was standing there, someone all but a virgin, unfamiliar with his lifestyle, filled with only the potent desire to please.
And please him she had.
Again and again.
Which left a jagged tear in his conscience.
He knew better than to play with a neophyte.He liked subs already in the lifestyle who had no expectations.Since he’d introduced her to his version of kink, he had a responsibility to ensure she was okay.
After their shower, he’d offered her a shirt from his closet.It had drowned her, reminding him of how small and vulnerable she was.
In a way that was out of character for him, he’d climbed into bed and pulled her against him, cradling her, stroking her hair until she yawned sleepily.She’d turned onto her side, and she’d fallen asleep with her hand on his bare thigh.
He’d liked it.Too damn much.It had felt as natural to him to protect her.
She was lightness to his dark.He didn’t deserve someone like her.Hell, he’d heard her cooing and seen her smiling when she’d been on the phone.She needed laughter, family, her friends.
He dropped his legs from the windowsill and stood, pushing the guest chair back into position.
