“More,” she whispered against my lips, and that gave me the go ahead to go further. Angling Caroline’s sweet face to the side, I lowered my lips to her throat, placing soft kisses along her warm skin, catching the floral scent she often wore. I breathed it in, as I teased her skin with open mouthed kisses, grinning as a shiver ran down her spine.
“Still good?”
She nodded vehemently, her breathing growing more ragged at my touches. That’s when I realised she wasn’t touching me anymore at all. Her hands had fallen to the bed. I pulled back and smiled at her, at the slightly dazed look in her eyes.
“It’s okay to touch me. I even really like it, sweetheart.” I lifted her hands from the bed, and pressed them against my chest again, and then I dragged them up, until she was cupping my face, still feeling those light trembles as she took over, stroking my cheeks. We could both hear the slight rasp of my short beard, and smiled at each other, at this shared moment that felt like so much more than an outsider would see if they looked.
“I really like it when you touch me,” I whispered again, smiling when her thumbs brushed over my lips.
Caroline
NOW WE WERE TOUCHING, I felt an inner strength guiding me, making it possible to place my hands on him, and not panic. I couldn’t guarantee it’d last, but for right now, I wanted everything.
“More,” I whispered again, and Harley’s eyes dropped to the robe I’d forgotten about, the same robe which now gaped open and revealed more of my body than I’d ever shown a man before.
He swallowed audibly, and lifted his eyes again.
“You’re beautiful, Caroline. So much more than you’d ever see with your eyes. Let me tell you what my eyes see. Strength, beauty, soft skin, gentle curves, and fuck… I want to kiss every inch of you.”
Oh god. There was hunger in his eyes now. Need. Intensity. Butterflies flitted in my stomach, and yet, at the same time, I felt at peace. Safe. It was Harley. He’d never hurt me. Ever.
I pulled my hands away from him, and his face dropped until he saw why. I slipped the robe down over my shoulders, and he made a choked sound, as his eyes travelled over me, like the whisper of a physical touch.
“Fuck,” he whispered, standing up all of a sudden. Was he leaving?
“Harley?”
He lifted off his leather cut and set it on the dresser, then lifted his t-shirt off, revealing a firm chest, covered in a scattering of dark hair, and a slightly less firm stomach, one that said he worked out, but not to extremes.
Oh god. He was half naked already.
“Caroline? Breathe. I can put it back on if this is too much.”
“No!”
He chuckled. “Feel strongly about that, do you?”
“Can… can I touch you?”
“God yes.”
I glanced at the jeans and boots he still wore.
“But…”
“Baby steps, Caroline. If I get fully naked, that’s a whole new level of intimacy. We don’t have to rush it.”
“I want to!” I gasped out, and he laughed. He sat down and toed his boots off, his socks disappearing next, and then he reached for his jeans.
“Far be it from me to withhold what the lady wants.”
I giggled, watching eagerly as he unbuttoned and then unzipped his jeans, then stood up with a firm grip on them.
“You sure about this?”
I nodded again. “I want to see. I’m afraid, but excited. I-I want to see you.”
Harley hesitated again. “My… you want to see my cock? Is that… I can leave my boxers on?”
