Only her red lacey breast band and matching underwear remained. She refused to squirm or hide herself, even though she wanted to after seeing Ora.Stop it.
He took the clean undergarments from her hands and tossed them aside, never removing his eyes from her body. Her dress fell effortlessly to the ground when he pushed it off her shoulders, and as he reached for her breast band, she stopped his hand.
Wetting her dry lips, she blew out a shaky breath. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I tried to learn with Gilpin, but we barely did anything.”
“Don’t bring his memory in here with us,” Rennick said darkly. “I don’t care what you did with him; I only care that you’re here, with me, letting me touch you.”
“No.” She squeezed his wrist lightly. “I need to tell you this.” His jaw tensed, but she pushed on. “I did things with him to get more experience. I didn’t know you would be able to tell the difference between that and what I did at night. You’d not written in months, and I wasn’t sure you’d ever come for me, but if you did, I wanted to be ready.” Silence filled the room as he stared at her with an indiscernible look. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t want to be inexperienced because you’re,” she waved her hand over his body, “you. I’m not blaming you for my decision.” She stopped and squared her shoulders. “But it wasn’t fair that I was expected to remain celibate while you were not.”
How had she gone from apologizing to chastising him? That wasn’t how apologies worked. It didn’t matter; she meant every word, because itwasn’tfair.
He recoiled. “You think I would touch another woman?”
What?All the blood drained from her body.
“I’m not upset with you,” he said, moving his hand to grab the side of her neck. “You had needs. If I said anything in myletters to make you believe I was bedding someone else, I’m sorry, but I have never touched another.”
Amelia blinked, too stunned to speak at first, then shook her head. “But the things you said, the things you did last night… how did you know how if you’ve never been with anyone?”
He released her neck and reached around to unclasp her breast band. “We have places where I could watch and learn.”
The thought of him watching other women made her ill, but she had no right to be.
“When I watched a man bury his face in a woman’s cunt, feasting until she screamed, I imagined how much sweeter your cries would be, and I watched closely to ensure I would hear them.”
His thumbs trailed lightly over her nipples, and goosebumps covered her entire body.
“As he bounced her on his dick, taking her breasts into his mouth, I imagined tugging your pert nipples between my teeth while your pussy choked my cock and covered it in cum.”
The water level reached the edge of the porcelain tub, and he leaned over to turn it off. Moving his attention back to her, he slid her underwear down her legs and helped her step out of them. Without breaking eye contact, he brought them to his mouth and licked the damp slip of the fabric. His mouth curled into a satisfied smirk. “Wet for me already, little mate?”
Fire couldn’t make her skin hotter than he did.
Rennick picked her up, lowered her into the warm water, and climbed in behind her. Liquid splashed over the sides of the tub, creating a small lake on the marble floor.
His hardness pressed against her lower back, and she leaned closer. Large, calloused hands ran slowly up her thighs and through her folds, eliciting a long moan from her.
He lightened his touch, skimming over her sensitive skin. The gentle brush of his fingers grazing past her opening and back to her clit made her hips move involuntarily.
She needed more.
He chuckled against her neck. “Open wider, love.”
She hooked her legs over his, offering herself to him, and two of his fingers pressed inside her, causing her hips to buck at the intrusion.
“Mmm,” he hummed against her skin. “You have a needy cunt, don’t you?”
His palm rubbed over her clit as he moved in and out, and when his other hand snaked up her stomach toward her breasts, she moaned, arching her back. Water sloshed against them like a rising tide, but she didn’t care.
“Fuck,” Rennick said, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. “I will bury myself in you time and again, if only to hear the sounds you make.” Rolling her nipples between his fingers, he ran his nose up the column of her neck. “I love you, little mate.”
Her breath hitched at his admission. He’d never said it before.
“Tell me,” he murmured, “when you fucked yourself with a replica of my dick, did you think of my body covering yours as I made you mine?” One hand grabbed her chin and tilted her face back. “Or did I bend you over and bruise your hips?”
“Nick,” she breathed as her inner walls clenched around his fingers, and when she rolled her hips on instinct, tingles erupted all over seconds before she came, crying out with her release.
The man behind her hadn’t moved a muscle or said a word as she rode his hand, and after she came down from the high and he pulled his fingers away, she wasn’t prepared for his next question in her post-orgasm haze.
