“Good?” he asked, his mouth sinking against her throat as he did it again.
She nodded frantically.
“If it didn’t, I wouldn’t be doing it right.” His teeth grazed her collarbone, and he hit the spot once more, making her gasp. She’d had no idea her body was capable of this kind of pleasure. Why had no one told her?
“Don’t stop.” She arched against him, seeking a more perfect angle, more friction, justmore.
“You’ll like it better with your clothesoff,” he whispered against her mouth.
She let out a breath. “Then take them off.”
He pushed away, snatching a protest from her throat, and sat on his heels between her legs.
Anna tried to control her breathing as she stared at him, his hair a mess from her hands, his lips swollen from her kiss. She didn’t just want this man. She wanted tokeephim.
Would she get to?
Would this be all she’d get? Did she need to commit this to memory?
She was afraid to ask what this meant to him, whether it meant anything at all.
“I’ve never done this,” she said instead.
“I know.” He lifted one of her legs and set her foot against his thigh. His hands made quick work of the laces of her training boot, then the other, throwing them across the room. He slid his hands up her legs until he reached the undershirt tucked into her breeches. Slowly, painfully, he tugged the fabric up, exposing her midriff.
His gaze flicked up to her. “But you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
David bent to kiss each new inch of exposed skin but paused to stare at her midriff.
She threaded her fingers through his hair. “What is it?”
He glanced up. “I’m the only one who’s been here.”
She nodded.
Something dark, almost possessive, flashed in his eyes. “I like that.”
“Then keep going,” she said, tightening her hands in his hair, urging him to go faster, to banish this urgency in her blood, but every plea was met with a controlled decrease in speed. His kisses turned leisurely, as if they had infinite amounts of time and he planned to use it all just exploring her with his mouth.
“David,” she whined. “Please.”
He expelled a breath against her stomach and gazed up at her. “I’ve had dreams about you begging me for this.”
He had? He’d thought of this before? Thought ofherspecifically?
Anna dragged her thumb against his mouth. “Did you ever give it to me? Because at this rate, we’ll never get there.”
He laughed darkly and nipped the tip of her finger. “I did.Slowly.” His lips returned to her skin. “You loved every second of it.”
I did. Slowly.
It occurred to her how easily he could obtain anything he wanted. A single whisper from his lips in just the right tone would be enough to make her succumb to anything he desired.
“Could you use the voice on me if you wanted?”
Eyebrow quirked, he gave one slow nod. “But I don’t want to.”
