“I’ve never seen you naked,” she murmured.
He nodded. “Neither one of us has seen the other unclothed. We’ve always been too…rushed.”
“Well, we have all night now, don’t we?” she whispered, her gaze fluttering up to his. “And I’d like to savor every moment of it.”
Chapter 14
It was a funny thing, vulnerability. Selina hadn’t really felt the emotion when this man had taken her against a library wall or when she had sucked his cock until he spent in her throat. But now, fully clothed, staring at his bare chest and admitting she wanted to revel in everything that would happen next…
Thatwas vulnerable. Because it revealed too much of what she’d begun to feel without wishing to feel it. It revealed that this was more than some fun little tup with a near stranger.
There was connection here now. Something deep and powerful that had meaning she didn’t want to analyze.
So she didn’t. She pushed it all away and returned both hands to his chest. She shivered as she touched him, all hard muscle and bright scars. Scars that proved what he’d been through. Scars that were linked to the near-death of someone she loved dearly. Derrick had saved Nicholas. And she could never repay him for that.
No matter how many times they did this.
He watched her as she rubbed her hands over him, fingers clenching through the curly hair across his pectorals, thumbs teasing his nipples, palm flattening across his toned belly. He was a god, only not made of stone or legend.
He was made of flesh and bone, and that flesh and bone was moved by her. Wanted her. She wasn’t about to waste it.
She lifted her gaze to his, challenging him as she always did because she knew he liked that moment when his practiced control snapped. Even now she saw him wrestling with it. Trying not to become the animal who rutted with her. And both of them anticipating the moment when he’d be just that.
It was all just a game of how they would get there.
She unfastened the fall front of his trousers for the second time that night. And for the second time, she found a hard and ready cock hot against her hand. She stroked him and his eyes fluttered shut.
“Do you know how much I wanted you before supper?” he asked.
She smiled as she leaned in to nuzzle his neck, still rubbing his cock with long, firm strokes. “I could hazard a guess,” she whispered.
“So much that I could hardly control myself,” he growled, nipping her ear and sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. “But do you know the funny thing that you sucking me dry does?”
She lifted her head and found his gaze again. “What’s that?” she asked, wary now, because there was a wickedness in his tone that she’d never heard before. One that called to her, made her stomach clench, made her hands shake.
“You make me all the more capable of maintaining control so I can torture you for hours. I can make you beg forhours, Selina. I can make you come over and over until you’re weak and shaking for me.” His brown eyes glittered in the firelight, a predator, she his prey. “So let us begin.”
“Derrick,” she whispered, but he didn’t answer. He just swept her into his arms and carried her to her bed. He tossed her there, motioning her to lie on her pillows as he stripped out of the rest of his clothing.
She was still dressed, and she stared at him now. Naked. Good God, so beautiful in every way. She wanted to trace her tongue along every line of him. She wanted to rub herself on him like a cat. She wanted to touch all those hard curves and valleys until she knew him as well as she knew herself.
And she hated herself for wanting those intimate things that went far beyond mere sex.
He braced his hands on the bed and caught her ankles. She squealed as he dragged her down toward him with one yank. She splayed out because he forced her to and leaned up on her elbows to see what he would do.
He held her gaze as he removed one slipper, driving his thumb hard into the arch of her foot through her stocking, and she threw her head back with a hiss of pleasure-pain combined. He repeated the action on the other foot, and then his hands dragged up her calves, pushing her dress up, digging his fingers into her stockings. And she was lost in sensation.
Sex had been a favorite pastime of hers from the first time she’d surrendered her virginity. But this was different. It wasalwaysdifferent when it was them. He woke something in her that wasn’t like anyone else. He dragged something from her that she wasn’t even certain she wanted to share. And when his hands cupped her kneecaps, she made a sound unlike anything that had ever squeezed from her throat before.
“You make it so easy to know where to torture you,” he laughed.
“Is that the kind of interrogation you like to participate in, Mr. Huntington?” she asked, wishing her voice wasn’t so breathless. “Torture?”
“Not the worst idea.” He leaned in and pressed his mouth to her knee as his hands moved higher under her skirts. He found the top of her stockings and tugged, rending the fastenings away with a tear of fabric. “Confess.”
Her mind was spinning so fast, she hardly had the ability to feel anxiety at that demand. Confess. Right now she might be so foolish as to confess anything.
“I have done no wrong,” she lied, squirming when he pulled her torn stockings down, baring her thighs, her knees, her calves.
