“Outside of your own head?
“Yes.”
“Again…a good thing.”
She stared at me, and I could tell she didn’t believe it. Well, not totally. But there was a quiet hope in her eyes that belied her fears. She wanted to think it was good, but part of her just wasn’t okay with being selfish. Even for a few minutes.
It must suck to be a good girl.
“Does it help when I tell you that I loved every second of it? That I didn’t feel neglected for one moment?”
Her cheeks pinkened, and she nodded. “Yes, I’m glad.”
“What about when I tell you that sex is best when you let go like that? When you take and I take and—”
“No, it’s not!” Her voice was emphatic. “That’s just… just…”
“Raw, primal passion?”
She swallowed. “I’m not like that.”
“But you were, and that bothers you.”
“Maybe.” She sighed and burrowed her face in the sheet.
I stroked my hand down her cheek, and this time she didn’t flinch. Her eyes drifted closed and she let me caress down her jaw, to her neck where I tugged the cotton lower. I exposed her bare shoulder and moved my fingers along it, then farther down.
“Jake?” she said. “I don’t think I can go there again.”
“So we won’t. How about we try it differently? Gently. Quietly. With lots of respect and thoughts of the other person?” I flashed her a mischievous grin. “We can compare the two afterward.”
She chuckled. “Aren’t you tired? What about your ribs?”
I took a deep breath, making sure not to react to the pull in my side. “I’m fine. But what about you? Sore? Tired?”
She shook her head. “Not really.”
“Then how about we try?” As a way to coax her, I slipped my hand under her elbow. With the tips of my fingers, I teased the side of her breast. And when she let her arm ease forward, I pushed underneath to brush my finger over her nipple. Then she touched my chest with her fingers, stroking across my pecs, near enough to my nipple to make my dick jump.
“But what about you?” she asked. “What do you want?”
To worship you.
The words leaped into my brain, but I didn’t let them out. They were too startling for me to voice. Because never, ever had I wanted to worship anything, much less a woman. Not even baseball, though it was undeniably my passion. And yet here I was, loving the silky smooth feel of her skin. Memorizing the shift in her breathing when I pinched her nipple. Inhaling deep so I could smell her scent while my mouth watered with the desire to taste her.
Crazy. I never acted like this. And the awareness of it freaked me out. But not enough to stop.
Pretty soon I was pushing her onto her back and licking my way to her nipple. She was all soft and sweet, gasping as I sucked and running her hands through my hair.
The sheet was in her way, pinning her legs down beneath it, and she quickly kicked herself free. That was my signal that she wanted to try again, and she proved it by lifting her leg and rubbing it up along my thigh. She had muscles in her legs that flexed against me, and the hot pressure shot a pulse of hunger into my dick. I was more than ready, but I needed to go slowly.
So I spent a great deal of time with her breasts. And when she was panting and grasping at me, I pulled away to kiss back up to her lips.
“Do you know what’s special about making love to you?” I whispered into her lips.
It took her a moment to focus, but in the end, she smiled. “What?”
“You respond honestly. You aren’t faking anything. Not in your body…” I caressed her breasts. “And not in your reactions.” I pinched her nipple, and she gasped.
