“It’s true. Does that freak you out?” I asked, getting up on my elbows. With the loss of his heat, I shivered.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, returning over me, tucking each of my limbs into his body. I couldn’t quite gauge his reaction until a huge smile crossed his face. It broke only long enough for him to kiss me quickly on the lips. “No, actually, Ican’tbelieve it,” he said. “How is that possible?”
I faltered, wondering how to even explain it. “I’ve never been able to get there with a partner. I always assumed Bill and I would, but he stopped trying after a while. I don’t blame him. The harder he worked, the less turned on I became. I’d just take care of myself later. I could never fully . . .”Let go. I took a breath. I kept that confession to myself, since it seemed unfair to Bill. “So I might be on another planet right now.”
David kissed the base of my neck more times than I could count.
“I guess it helps that this has been building between us for almost two months,” I said.
“Oh, yeah?” He glanced up at me. “Then how do you explain the second one?”
I smiled shyly, and his expression sobered. “You have no idea what that means to me,” he said, his lips brushing the hollow of my neck.
“It means you’re an experienced lover,” I joked, even though I knew it wasn’t the entire reason. I had blossomed for him. Beneath him, surrounded by him, we existed in our own world.
“No.” He sighed, exhaling against my neck. “It’s different.” His voice was so soft, that I had to strain to hear.
Is it different for you, too, David?
I wanted to ask, but I just enjoyed the feeling of his lips, his breath,him, on my body. For all my fears around David, I was somehow safe here.
He lifted his head, a mischievous look playing over his face. He ground his hips against me softly, alerting me that he was hard again. “Getting your first orgasm might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I squealed. “David.”
He laughed, and it was such a playful, wonderful sound that I couldn’t help but join him.
“I mean it. You’re gorgeous. When you’re my girl, I’ll have you coming every chance I get.”
My laugh melted as reality threatened to creep in, but my mouth watered at his words. When I was his? How could he believe that would happen?
I didn’t get a chance to wonder long. He slid down my body and nuzzled my breasts, sighing into them, his facial hair scraping against my skin. “You’re incredible, Olivia. I don’t ever want to hear you say you’re empty.”
I didn’t want to think about that, or I worried I’d break down again. “I’m thoroughly worked over, is what I am.”
His golden-brown gaze found mine. “You know, when I looked into your eyes at the theater, I was stunned. Nothing like that has ever happened to me. And when I saw you in that gold dress at the restaurant, I knew you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You were glowing. But right now, in my bed, naked and undone . . .” He leaned forward to kiss me softly on the lips. “You are perfect. I never want you any other way.”
I ran my hand over his cheek and through his hair. It hurt that I couldn’t respond the way I wanted, so I just touched him, memorizing with my fingers.
His gigantic hands splayed over my ribcage. “So smooth,” he said, moving his fingers over my skin.
Everything is smooth in the dark.
My body jolted when his index finger ran over my scar. “Except for this,” he said. “What is it?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, thankful for the night to hide whatever reaction might give me away.
Why is he asking? Whocares what it is?
I balled the sheets in my fist. I had to relax. It was a simple question, and he’d drop it if I asked him to; he didn’t mean anything by it. But my heart pounded.
David leaned closer and examined it. “What’s it from?”
“Haven’t we covered enough for one night?” I asked, half-joking.
His silence was response enough.
I sighed and pushed his hand away. “It’s ugly, and I don’t like talking about it.”
