“What makes you say that?” he asked quietly. I stared ahead, my fingers curling faintly where they rested against his arm.
“I’m not very… confident,” I said, the admission quieter now, more vulnerable than anything I had said so far. Yet he didn’t respond straight away. Which somehow made it worse.
“I don’t know how to be…sexy,”I finished, the word feeling foreign on my tongue. There was a small, unexpected sound behind me, something like a breath caught halfway between surprise and disbelief.
“Are you serious?”he asked, somewhere between a hiss and a whisper. I shrugged again, feeling suddenly very aware of myself.
“What?”
“You have no idea, do you?” he murmured.
“About what?” I asked, frowning in the dark. He shifted closer then, just enough that I felt the full weight of his presence behind me, his voice dropping lower, more intimate.
“You have no idea what you do to me,”he said quietly, and my breath hitched.
“You’re the most… Gods…” he paused, as though choosing his words carefully,
“…infuriatingly, impossibly enticing woman I have ever laid eyes on.” I sucked in a quick breath before shaking my head a little.
“You don’t have to say that” I murmured, though my voice lacked any real conviction.
“You're right, I don’t have to,” he agreed softly, before adding,
“Not when I can easily prove it.” Before I could ask how, before I could even fully process what he meant, he shifted just slightly closer. Enough that the truth of his words became very,veryapparent.
My breath caught sharply…Oh.
Oh my.
“Oh,” I breathed, the sound barely there, echoing my thoughts.
“Does that feel like a man who doesn’t find the woman in his arms desirable?”he growled near my ear.
I didn’t answer.
I couldn’t.
Because my brain had very much stopped cooperating.
“I asked you a question, little Goddess,” he prompted softly, and I swear it suddenly felt like I was trying to swallow cotton balls.
“I…I… it’s been a long time,”I admitted instead, my voice faltering slightly as embarrassment crept in far too quickly.
“And I can imagine you’ve had…” I cut myself off abruptly when I felt him press his hard length into me again, and the size of it stole my words.
“Oh God…”
“Eliza, stop,” he said firmly. The command wasn’t harsh, but it grounded me instantly.
“You have nothing to worry about,” he continued, his tone steady, certain in a way that left no room for doubt.
“And it is not something I will ever pressure you into. Not until you are ready.”
The tension in me instantly eased. Not all at once, but it was enough to get me relaxing back into him. Although with the very obvious arousal currently nudging into my lower back, which felt like sleeping beside a fully loaded weapon, it was becoming increasingly impossible to ignore.
“I am perfectly content to simply hold you like this,” he added more quietly, his arm tightening just slightly around me.
And that…that did something to me.
