Her lips part, just slightly, and a small sound escapes—a breath, a whimper.
It’s enough to break me.
I pull back so fast it hurts, every muscle burning with restraint. My pulse roars in my ears.
She shifts again, turning onto her side, and the blanket slides lower, revealing the edge of her shoulder, the curve of her neck.
I can’t breathe.
The mask fogs from the inside as I whisper, “You shouldn’t make me feel like this.”
Her eyes fly open, disbelief and fear mixing in them as she stares at my masked face.
For a second, I’m transfixed by that look. Unable to move.
And then, my hand clamps over her mouth, preventing her from screaming.
“Shhh, wild honey. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
She stares at me like she doesn’t believe me.
“Promise,” I rasp, my voice low. “I only want to touch you. Please you.”
She tremors beneath my hand, from fear or excitement, I’m not sure.
My other hand slides through a strand of silky hair, brushing it away from her face. “Gorgeous,” I whisper.
She relaxes beneath my hand, as though the reverence shining in my eyes calms her.
“Just relax.” My hand slides lower, tracing the lines of her face to the soft material of her shirt.
My eyes are on hers as I move my hand lower, cupping one soft breast through the fabric. She whimpers, a blush coloring her cheeks.
I smile behind the mask. She likes my touch, but tries to deny it.
I knead and stroke her breast, feeling her chest heave. Watching the confusion and wonder in her eyes as she struggles against herself.
When I pinch her nipple, rolling it beneath the fabric, she loses the battle, arching into my hand. A breath rushes out of me. She’s giving in. Succumbing to the pull between us.
I remove my hand from her mouth, wrapping it around her throat. Her pulse bangs against my skin, and a slight moan passes my lips.
Unable to resist, my hand moves lower, gliding over the smooth skin of her exposed leg. Goosebumps roll over her skin, and a half whimper, half plea comes from her lips.
“Please.”
I cock my head. “Please, what? Touch you?”
She swallows hard, remaining silent.
I move my hand higher, my grin widening when she opens her legs, inviting me inside.
“Use your words, wild honey. Tell me you want me to touch you.”
She hesitates for only a few seconds before she rasps, “Touch me.”
“Where?”
Her eyes drop to her center, then back to mine.
