The heat that had cooled pumped again. “And if it is disappointing?”
“Then we will be disappointing together. Would you be happier to know that you are not the only one with uncertainties?” He nipped her ear and laid her back out. “Know then that I’m scared witless.”
Somehow she couldn’t believe him as he took her mouth against his own, as his hands moved down her body and soothed the tremors.
“I will have you, Marietta. I’ve known it since we first kissed. Since you first released that passion. I’ll coax every drop out of you, if I have to.”
His words, his hands—she was the snake and he the charmer. “Good.” She released it on a moan as something hard pressed against her, right where she needed it most. He rocked against her and she rocked back, wanting the pressure, the heat. Her body was restless, agitated, needing something she couldn’t name.
“That’s right. Don’t hold back any of your responses.” His voice was soft and deep. “There’s no one here. Just the two of us. And I want you wet and burning all over these sheets.”
She didn’t understand, but her body seemed to. It kept trying to press closer to his, and the heat was turning damp. He had his shirt undone and tossed to the side. A well-formed chest, a sprinkling of hair and lean muscles, crouched over her.
“Show me what you feel, Marietta.”
Her head tipped back and her mouth opened in a silent scream as he tugged her nipple into his mouth and gave a strong suck. Licking and sucking over and over. The heat became uncomfortable, the dampness grew.
He moved to her other breast and she arched into him, trying to make full contact again, as he’d moved up to change position. Her nipple appeared with a pop and he smiled dangerously at her. Green eyes rakish and daring. Hair mussed and charming.
He stood and undid his trousers. A perfectly formed Greek statue, looking at her with a hungry stare. She knew without a doubt that she had never felt this powerful before.
He pulled back the covers and she scooted underneath. Curiosity, fear, and power coursed through her. Here was what all the ladies tittered or dithered about. He scooted in next to her. “Have you ever touched yourself, Marietta?”
His fingers caressed her stomach and ran farther south.
“Here.” His fingers stroked over the hair between her legs, one touching the skin beneath. She jumped. Shifted. The heat was calling her there.
His fingers parted her and lightly teased the top. She froze. The feelings were pleasurable, but there was something altogether odd and intrusive.
He turned her toward him, so they were lying on their sides, facing each other. “Watch what I’m doing. I’m getting you ready. Preparing you so that everything feels good, nothing feels bad.” One finger dipped and caressed just inside the edge. “To make us slide together.”
She watched the top part of his finger disappear. Her breath caught as it movedinsideof her an inch. He pressed closer to her. “Music to my ears. You don’t know how much I wish that finger was a different part of my body right now.”
She looked between their bodies at the portion of him that was much larger than a finger. She hesitantly reached out to touch him. Silky, but hard. His finger curled inside her and something rocketed through her. She gripped him tightly.
He laughed, somewhat less steadily. “The feedback between us. Exactly. Keep exploring, Marietta. Don’t hesitate to touch whatever fascinates you.”
She stroked him, watched as he strained to her hand. He touched her fingers and placed them on top of his. His finger dipped inside of her—more than an inch. Her eyes closed and he kissed her, quick and hard.
“Look and feel.”
She looked at her fingers on top of his. His middle finger joining his first as he delved inside of her, the hard pads of his fingers stroking the soft interior, increasing the heat. The tip of her finger touched her curls, the skin beneath, as he delved more deeply. His other hand took her fingers in his and touched them to her. Moving them down and around his. Her fingers skimmed something that made her body twitch.
He wrapped her fingers back around him and touched her with his thumb, stroking over the same spot. Heat shot through her. She arched toward him, pulling along his length.
“Shhh.” His voice was heavy and strained. “I know. Just a little more.”
His fingers had disappearedinsideher. They were doing something, some dance from within, twisting and scissoring. The heat wanted to explode, needed to explode.
He was an exceptional dancer. The inane thought leapt through her mind.
His mouth returned to her breasts. She arched forward, into his mouth, into his fingers. The butterflies beat a mad staccato. His fingers withdrew and he framed her face with his hands.
“I’m going to have you now, Marietta.”
She leaned forward and kissed him, her body naturally arcing into his. The fear that she might have possessed,hadpossessed, gone, obliterated by the trust she now placed in him. That he had engendered with his slow movements and running dialogue.
He wouldn’t hurt her.
