“No.”
Genevieve tightened her hand around his penis, stroking up and using the bead of pre-come at the tip to ease her way. It was unnerving how he watched her with those black eyes. There was pleasure there, but she detected a hint of dissatisfaction. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just that I want to touch you too.”
Her body yearned for him. “Next time.”
“Will there be a next time?”
What was the point in being demure? His breath hissed out as her hand tightened on him. “Yes.”
When he became greedy, though, and started to arch his hips into her touch, she stopped and placed her other hand on his stomach. “No moving or you’ll hurt yourself.”
He stilled instantly.
Ooooh. This is fun.
Genevieve lost herself in touching his body, taking control of his pleasure. His quiet gasps and the slight slap of his flesh in hers filled the room. There was an erotic charge in handling his race to orgasm as he lay there helpless.
He wrapped his other hand around hers, tightening her fingers far more than she would have on her own. “Harder. Faster now.”
She gave special attention to that little area under the mushroomed head, and he muttered curse words in rising pleasure. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Her thighs clenched in excitement. She wanted to see him come, wanted to watch him reach completion. His big golden body was stretched taut. She sped her strokes until his hips arched and he gave a shout. Streams of semen shot out of his cock to land on his rippled abs. She stared at the display. Something that had always seemed rather messy and unpleasant looked…wonderful.
Mine.
Genevieve blinked, a bit startled at that dark, possessive whisper in her mind. Yes. That semen didn’t belong on him, it belonged on her, in her. He was hers, completely.
And she was his. Completely.
Her body shook, partly with the aftershocks of pleasure, but mostly with fright. No, she belonged to no man.
Liar.
She couldn’t be in a relationship.
Too bad.
Stop it!
“Genevieve?”
She blinked, brought his worried face into focus. What had she been thinking?
She hadn’t. Like a man, she’d been thinking with her libido. “You look tired. We shouldn’t have done this.”
“If I was well…if we’d met normally…would you want to?”
“What, have sex?”
“Yes.”
Hell, yes. “Maybe.”
His black eyes burned. “I’m going to be well. Very soon.”
Genevieve shivered at the promise in his tone. “It would just be sex though. Nothing else.” She wasn’t at liberty to promise anything else.
