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Despite saying she wanted him to touch her, Alina bit her lip as she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes not meeting his.
Luka didn’t sit beside her. He couldn’t release her wrist. His other hand lifted, stroking along the edge of her hairline near her forehead.
Alina’s breath rushed out of her as her body relaxed. “See?” she said, a smile forming. “Just like that. Your touch is so soothing.” She pulled away from him, not in fear, not to pull away, but to rest her back against the bed.
He thought about her words. Soothing her had been his intention all along, even if he hadn’t understood it. The idea that he could touch to soothe, that he didn’t have to touch to arouse, lessened the worry that had coiled inside him, and he crawled onto the bed.
It smelled of Giovanni. Nera as well, he was sure, but he was more familiar with Giovanni’s scent. The familiarity helped him relax further as he reached for her face.
His glove slid along her skin in soft little brushes that made the last of her tension ease. He remembered the way she’d liked when he’d washed her hair, and he let his gloves play with the strands, brushing lightly over her scalp.
A little tremor ran through her body, and he paused, but her face didn’t look afraid.
Alina didn’t close her eyes. Her gaze had latched onto his face, as if she would never look away.
Luka couldn’t do the same. He needed to look at what he was doing. He was careful not to tug on the silky strands of her hair as he slid free. His gloved finger moved on its own to brush along her strong, pointed nose. Then it skipped down to her lips, stroking along the bottom one.
Alina pulled in a breath and held it.
He didn’t have to wonder how soft her lips were. He’d felt it for himself when she had pressed them against his. The memory returned the ache to his erection. He considered taking his glove off, tracing her lips with his bare finger, or even kissing her.
Worried it would be too much too soon, he forced his fingers to trail down her face and over her chin. It tipped up a little, as if reaching for him, and gave him easier access to her neck.
Brushing his fingers over her pulse made her breath rush out of her. “I like that,” Alina said, though Luka didn’t need the encouragement. His hand was already tracing more lines on her neck. “It tickles sort of, but it’s more of a tingle. A tingle that races everywhere.”
Luka knew about tingles. They were racing through him as well, doing things to his body.
His shirt was too big on her. The hard edge of her collarbone was visible above the collar of the shirt, which had pulled taut when she’d lain on it. The silkiness of his glove traced over it next, and Alina made the sexiest hum in her throat. If he could use his lips on her, he’d want to use them there, where he would be closer to her chest. From there, the hum would wrap around him.
He sat up straighter on the bed, his other hand finally leaving her wrist as he mapped both hands over her shoulders. Using both hands distracted him for a moment; the flash of discomfort had doubled. That his hands brushed over his own shirt let him push through the sensation to the thrum beneath.
He moved slowly down her arms until he was back at her wrists, encircling them. His fingers could wrap completely around her there. He stroked back up the insides of her arms, which shifted wider, as if giving him more room. The fingers of his gloves brushed along her body before reaching her chest.
Alina sucked in her breath again, and he paused. His hands shifted, curving along the outsides of her breasts. It seemed like she had stopped breathing, and his gaze flew to her face. Her brow had furrowed, and she’d bitten her lip. He froze, and as his touch hovered, not moving, her chest began lifting and falling again. Her face relaxed.
Her teeth freed her lip. “I want you to touch them,” she said. “I mean, they’ve been touched before, and I was remembering that at first, but the touch was never that soft. Never as kind as you, Luka.” Her smile was back, but it was the sharp one, the one that wasn’t quite true. He started to pull away, but her lips dropped. “No!” Her hands lifted, but she forced them to turn and grip the top blanket. “I need that kindness. I need it to feel different.”
His gloves shifted, moving on top of her chest. Her breasts didn’t extend as much as he remembered; they were somehow flatter because of how she lay on her back. He didn’t squeeze or pinch, but slid across their surface.
“Oh!” she gasped, and for the first time, her eyes shut. “Do that again.”
Luka did as she asked. His hands started making slow circles, right on top. She seemed to enjoy the sensation more over her nipples, and as he rubbed her there, he could feel the ends stiffen under his touch.
His erection tried to take his attention as she began to moan and lift into his caress. Pain burned through him, almost like a fire; it was a sweet torture. He pressed down a little firmer on his next pass, his fingers sliding over her hardened nipples, and her cry was louder as her eyes opened, latching onto him. He opened the fingers of his glove, letting the nipple get captured between them on his next pass, and was rewarded by her calling his name.
“Luka!” Another panted-out breath. “It feels so different. Good, it feels good. But it makes me ache too.”
His hands paused. “Ache?” That sounded like pain. The pain he felt was mixed with an ache, especially given how hard he had gotten.
“Down there.” The admission was a whisper this time. “I kind of want you to touch me lower, but I’m a little scared too. So maybe keep touching my breasts for now? Until I’m not so scared?”
Luka remained frozen in place, his own body rioting with too many sensations.
“Please, Luka?” There was a vulnerability in the words, and her lips twisted. “Oh, no. That sounded like I was begging. Don’t make me beg. They always made me when I didn’t want to.” Moisture shimmered in her eyes.
Luka’s hands moved on their own, continuing their caresses over her breasts.
Alina bit her lip, harder this time, as if to keep herself from talking, so he avoided her nipples for a while. Her nipples aroused her. Luka wanted to soothe her first. He moved up to her shoulders again, then back down, his fingers finding the plump underside of her breast through the cotton, sliding over the top of her stomach beneath it.
