“You are stunning,” I groaned, shoving her hands away and lowering my face to her throat. I kissed her neck again, letting my hand drift to her breast. I kneaded the soft flesh in my hand and she moaned, arching her back. She grasped my shoulders tightly.
“So soft,” I murmured. I kissed her neck again. Her collarbone. Her sternum. “So pretty.”
A soft, wordless sigh escaped her mouth.
I grasped her breasts with both hands, the full weight of them perfect in my palms. “So pretty,” I repeated. I kissed the curve of breast and slid my thumbs over her taut nipples. She writhed beneath me. “And so sweet,” I murmured as I lowered my mouth to one of her nipples, rolling it with my tongue as I continued to tease the other with my thumb.
“Tandor,” she said again, a plea this time. I relished the sound of my name on her mouth. Nothing sounded better than my name drenched in her pleasure.
I hummed against her skin, lightly biting at her. I repeated my ministrations on her other breast, dragging my teeth over her nipple and enjoying the way it made her squirm.
“Tandor,” she sighed.
“Yes, princess. Say my name again.”
I shifted my weight, kissing the underside of her breasts as I ran my hands down her sides. I gripped her hips as I kissed a trail down her stomach.
I tossed the blanket off the bed to get it out of the way.
I was dying to taste her. Toreallytaste her. To lavish my tongue between her legs and make her scream. Make her shatter.
Her legs fell open, parting slightly as I settled my knees on the floor beside the bed. I kissed her stomach again, biting at the soft flesh there. She squeaked with a jolt.
I continued my path, kissing my way onto her hips, where her bones were hard beneath her skin, onto the softly rounded flesh of her lower stomach. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her sleep pants. I tugged on the fabric.
She lifted her hips to help me.
The pants slid down an inch. Two.
An owl cooed from outside, startlingly loud in the quiet of the tent.
“Tandor,” she said again, more clearly this time.
I glanced up at her face. “I’ll take care of you,” I breathed. “I’ve got you. Let me make you feel good.”
She groaned and clenched her eyes shut tight. “Wait.”
I froze, my muscles turning to stone. “What is it, Kiz?”
“Just wait.” She scrubbed her hands over her face and ran them through her hair. With a grumbling sigh, she reached down and tugged her pants back into place.
I slowly rose to my feet. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Kizzi met my eyes, and her face was conflicted. Tormented. “You don’t want this,” she said.
What the fuck? My eyebrows shot to my hairline, and I glanced down at my crotch, where my cock was painfully hard and nearly oozing with pre cum. “I want this.”
“Trust me, you don’t.” She buttoned her nightshirt back up with her face screwed into a pained scowl.
I stepped forward and gently grasped her hands, stilling her motions. “You have no idea how much I want this, Kizzi.” I fought the urge to spill my guts to her—to let her know just how much I wanted her. How long I had wanted her. How deeply, how soul-achingly I wanted her. I was sure that confession would scare her away.
Her expression cracked and her eyes watered. “You don’t.”
“What are you talking about? I want this. I wantyou. Ifyoudon’t want this, it’s okay. We can stop. We can back up. We can slow down. Whatever you need.” I was practically begging her, pleading with her not to withdraw from me. I could sense her slipping away, building up her walls.
She shook her head furiously and grabbed the blanket from the floor, pulling it over her as she flopped on her side and curled up into a ball.
“It’s not that,” she choked out with a watery voice. “It’s not that, Tandor.”
