She touched him, sliding two fingers lightly down the placket of his briefs. The caress made his breath escape in a swoosh.
She didn’t look up, more fascinated by the interesting mound to the left of the row of stitching. Should she just…?
She stroked the bulge and found his cock hard as a lead pipe. A shudder passed through him. He was trying so hard to be noble. But he wasn’t that noble. She knew what she’d uncover if she lowered his shorts. She’d already seen and touched. Thick and impressively long, his shaft would jut proudly from the nest of tight curls.
She sucked in a quick breath as her womb contracted at the image she’d conjured. Her hand reflexively closed over the cloth covering his erection and he sucked in a more ragged breath in response.
He’d said earlier he wanted foreplay. She’d never been asked to take the lead, not in any way that gave her full control. It wasn’t that she’d never thought of it. But she had never been with a man who made her want to lose her natural inhibitions. James made her want to turn herself inside out for his pleasure.
Could she lead in the game of seduction? It felt thrilling and empowering to think about, and it was making her damn horny.
She sat up and reached for the bottom edge of her top and pulled it over her head before she could think too much about what she was doing.
She saw his eyes gleaming in the dark as he looked at her. But he couldn’t really see much. She leaned over and switched on the bedside lamp. He blinked and then his gaze went wide as he looked at her. She held it for only a fraction of a second before hers darted away. What did the girls in the videos do?
She closed her eyes and reached up and rubbed her hand over first one mound and then the other, taking pleasure in the feel of her own flesh. Her hands scooped under and around until she cupped the full weight of each breast in her hands. Her nipples were firm and pebbly as they pressed into her palms. If he touched her like this, she would moan in rapture.
“Shay?”
Her eyes popped open. He was frowning at her, as if something else was called for. She just didn’t know what. Was she making a fool of herself? Probably. Confused, she shifted away from him, turning her back.
She felt him moving on the bed. Almost immediately, she felt a touch on her back, one finger tracing up her spine from waist to the back of her neck.
“You don’t have to try so hard to please me, Shay. Just being with you does that.”
The heat of his slightly abrasive fingers skimmed the back of her neck, shifting the curtain of her hair aside. He leaned in and placed a kiss behind her right ear. The shudder of delight that passed through her body startled her. Just the touch of his lips anywhere was seismic.
His finger went roaming down her back again until it came up against the waistband of her bikini panties. It skimmed from side to side then paused at the top of her cleft, bared by the low waistband. Shay held her breath as his finger slid slowly down over the swatch of fabric concealing her butt and then cupped her.
He leaned in again, this time catching her earlobe in his teeth. “Always been partial to black sheep. Just how baaaad can we be?”
He was trying to lighten the moment but her heart was too full to respond. She had awakened ready for him. Could not handle anything less.
“Shay?”
She shook her head, afraid she was going to do something dumb like cry.
“This is for you,” he whispered into her ear. “All you want, as much as you want, as long as you want it. Change your mind, just say no.”
His hands slipped slowly up her arms before cupping her shoulders and drawing her back against the hard-muscled planes of his chest, cocooning her with the heat of his body. The skin-to-skin contract was devastating to her sanity, overriding her with sensations she’d never felt before. His heart beat behind her left shoulder blade, a little fast but solid. He scooted in until his erection pressed against her. But his hands were gentle. Nothing said he had lost control, would not yield to her command. She didn’t know how to handle that. He felt strong and capable, and his tenderness was taking apart every defense she’d ever built.
Then his hands slipped past her sides and his fingers worked up under hers to cup her breasts.
He nuzzled her neck. “You’re so soft. And sexy, Shay.”
He took his time, playing with each nipple separately, as if each were a little present not to be missed. It was an excruciating tease, shifting her excitement into a higher gear.