Then her stomach.
By the time I rose over her, she was watching me with eyes that no longer looked drugged by fear. Dazed, yes. But aware. Hungry in a way she seemed angry to feel.
I wiped my mouth with my thumb.
Her gaze followed the movement.
“You look pleased with yourself,” she said, voice unsteady.
“I’m pleased with you.”
Her cheeks flushed darker. “That’s worse.”
“No,” I said. “It is much more dangerous.”
I stripped off my shirt.
Her eyes dropped at once.
I let her look.
My shoulders, chest, scars, the dark hair low on my stomach. Her attention stopped at the hard line of my cock behind my trousers, and her lips parted.
Fear came back, threaded through desire.
I saw it.
I slowed.
Belt. Button. Zipper.
Nadia pushed herself up on her elbows. “You’re very big.”
“Yes.”
Her eyes flew to mine. “That wasn’t the moment for confidence.”
“It seemed worse to lie.”
A nervous laugh escaped her.
I took out my cock and wrapped my hand around myself before I went to her. Her gaze dropped again, and my breath left through my teeth.
I was hard enough to hurt. Pre-cum slicked the head. The thought of pushing into her untouched pussy nearly bent me in half.
But not at her expense.
Never that.
I sat beside her instead of over her. “Touch me if you want.”
Her eyes widened.
“If you don’t, we stop here.”
“You would stop?”
“Yes.”
