I swallow. “Okay.” I roll to my back, giving him access to my body in a way I don’t think I’ve ever done.
He lifts a finger to my neck, stroking my racing pulse. Every inch of my being can feel his fingertip, its warmth, its ardency, as he trails a line across my skin. Ifeelhis touch. He tracks it with his gaze.
Tracing the outline of my chest, he strokes down, his finger lingering just to the side of my nipple which stiffens and scrapes against my dress.
Oh, hell.
I rub my thighs together over and over.
Breathe, Blesk.
His eyes lift to me. “Can I keep going?”
I give him a nervous nod.
His finger rolls over my nipple—we both suck in a sharp breath.Wow.Thankfully, he doesn’t hover there. Instead, he continues to stroke my torso, dipping down to my navel. His finger circles my skin, causing shivers to rush up my spine.
His finger moves, traveling down to the top of my pelvis and all of a sudden— I flinch.
I flinch.
What does that mean?
I flinched!
Konnor’s hand leaves my skin, and he pushes up to his elbows, staring down at me, pained. “You just flinched."
I don’t know what to say. The words push to my tongue but nothing forms. Only… "Yes."
"Fuck.” His energy changes, darkens. “But you don’t flinch anymore. You don’t flinch with…” Pure hatred creeps into his eyes.
I sit up and cup his face. “It's not what you're thinking. Please stop thinking that.”
"It's exactly what I'm thinking.” His eyes lose focus, pupils eating at green rings. “You don't want me to touch you."
"No...” I shake my head. “No, Konnor. Ifeltyour touch."
"Yeah, and you hated it."
"No. I didn't.” I direct his gaze to me, still holding his cheeks, refusing to let him shake me away. “Try again."
He frowns at me. "No."
He doesn’t understand. I felt it! I felt it. I don’t usually… I go still. "I'll do it then." I grab his hand and press it to my breast, desperate for him to touch me, for me to feel it. Flinch. Not aversive. Reactive. Excited?
He stiffens. His fingers spread out on my chest and squeeze, then drop away. "What do you want?"
Our eyes clash.
"I've… I’ve never been with anyone else. Until a few days ago.” I’m aroused right now, in a way that feels wrong, so wrong, but— But desperate and unforgiving. “I couldn't even see the entire picture of what we were. I would disappear. Every time I thought about it after... it was static.”
“And now?”
My head moves from side to side slowly, hauntingly. “It's not static anymore, Konnor.” The back of my eyes burn. “I remember things he said the first time. And a feeling he built inside me every time, and a feeling after that."
Oh, God.
I close my eyes.
