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“I don’t like being held down,” she said in a soft voice.
I nodded. Someone hurt her and I wanted, for the second time in my life, to commit murder. “Who did this to you?” I asked.
She shook her head, staring down at her hands. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me,” I said, feeling the words rumble in my chest.
She turned her body toward me. Her eyes roamed over my face, as though she searched for something hidden behind my words. But I’d meant every one of them. Slowly, she raised her hand and moved her thumb back and forth on my cheek. Something ignited between us, more than passion, more than lust. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it required more of me than what I’d been willing to give in past relationships.
Turning my face, I kissed the inside of her hand. How could anyone hurt her? “I’m sorry, Ava,” I whispered. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop them.”
“I’m all right.” She gave me a weak smile. “It was a long time ago.” Then, running her fingers down my cheek, she whispered, “Something about you makes me want more. That I deserve more.”
“You deserve everything,” I whispered. I inched closer to her face, pressing my lips softly to hers. “We can take it slowly,” I said.
Her breathing was even now. “I haven’t, well, I haven’t done this in a long time,” she said.
“We don’t have to do anything,” I assured her.
“Maybe if… maybe if I’m in control… I think… I would like that.”
This time, I swallowed with difficulty. I saw the struggle in her eyes—the fight between want and worry—and I didn’t know how to help her. So, I simply nodded.
She raised one knee over my body and sat down on my legs. My gaze fixed on her hands as she moved them over my shirt and across my chest. Despite the fabric, I reveled in every touch on my skin. She pulled at the hem, slowly bunching it up to my navel, and pressed her lips onto my stomach. Her mouth burned into my flesh as though she branded me wherever she kissed.
I held myself in place, bracing every muscle in my body, not wanting to move or scare her. My hands twitched to pull her down and hold her head against my lips, so I fisted them beside me instead. She stared at me, but I closed my eyes, fighting to control my desire when I saw the fire behind hers. Her delicate fingers unbuttoned my shirt and she ran her hands along my bare chest, stopping to brush against my nipples.
A shiver ran down my spine and along my legs. Her breath tickled my neck and I jerked when she sucked at the spot next to my shoulder. I’d never reacted this way to a simple kiss. “Can I touch you?” I whispered, my eyes still closed, praying she’d allow me this.
“Yes,” she whispered next to my ear.
Slowly, my hands massaged her hips and just held her there.
“You asked to touch me, Colton. Is this the best you’ve got?”
My eyes flew open. A smile played on her lips and her eyes danced. She was so fucking beautiful. “Sweetheart, it would scare you to know how much I need you right now. I want to run my hands across every inch of your skin until your body’s shaking and you’re begging me to take you.”
Desire raged in her eyes. She dropped her head and pushed her tongue through my lips, a groan vibrating through her. My hands flew to her face, down her neck, cupping her breasts. She lifted her head and licked her lips, lost in the moment.
Slowly, I pulled down her dress from the shoulders, revealing her bra. It was a flimsy lace thing and I raised my head to lick through it. She held my head there and I sucked at the puckered tip. The sounds she made drove me crazy, drowning out the ocean behind us. Wrapping my hands around her ass, I pushed her softness against me, offering me only momentary relief before the throbbing resumed. If she felt half the torture I did, I knew I had to do something. Raising the hem of her dress, I felt my way to the side of her panties. Those were lace, too. The intricate fabric never felt so damn good against my skin.
Pressing my thumb against her clit, she let out another whimper. “Are you all right?” I asked. She nodded but said nothing.
I continued, this time circling it with my thumb. Her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back. She was close. Her breathing was harsh and she rocked against my thumb, needing more. Before I could increase the pressure, she fumbled with the button on my pants.
“Are you sure?” I asked, holding my breath.
“Yes,” she panted. “But do you have protection?”
I reached for my wallet as she slowly unzipped my pants. Rolling on the condom, my desire for her intensified, and when I finally guided her body on top of mine, I groaned harshly from the pleasure of being inside of her. She was so warm and soft.
She squeezed me until I threw my head back onto the bed. Holding herself up on my shoulders, she rocked her body against me, rubbing and grinding.
Instinctively, my hands flew to her hips and I pushed down, pressing my fingers into her flesh. I realized what I’d done and loosened my hold. She didn’t seem to notice, though, moving faster on top of me.
I pressed down on her clit again and her hands flew to her hair, lifting it off her shoulders. She brought them down behind her to hold on to my legs, arching her back. This beautiful woman riding me with the stars behind her was a vision I’d never forget.
I circled my thumb to her rhythm and she whimpered.
