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“Thank you,” I said, muffled by his finger.
“Have you ever given head?”
Heat crept over my face. “No.”
“Good.”
I felt that dark jealousy creep in, shading his eyes. He pulled his finger out and a sudden sense of loss filled me. The sensation of having him inside me was heavenly. So dirty and so right. Even if it was just a finger in my mouth.
I didn’t want it to end.
He cut another piece of steak and ate it. Then he fed me the third piece and let me lick his fingers. And suck the tips clean while his heavy eyes bored into me.
Never missing a thing.
When the plate was empty, he refilled the wine glass and put me on my feet. He took my hand and led me from the kitchen. My heart began pounding. Beating in an odd, disjointed rhythm.
The reality of what we were doing was hitting me slowly. Like a slow motion crash.
Merrick was going to sleep with me. My guardian, the man who’d taken care of me for five years. The Welsh King, the most notorious man on the Eastern Seaboard.
My Merrick, the man I trusted more than myself.
We were going to take our clothes off and have sex with each other.
The idea was unfathomable.
And yet, it was about to happen.
Unsticking my dry tongue from the roof of my mouth, I swallowed. I kept my eyes down as he ushered me gently into the bedroom. The door shut with a finalizing click. Bathing us in the pale starlight over the pine forest.
He turned on the lamp in the corner and set the wineglass down. His eyes were moonlit pools and I saw something there that was new to me.
Pure vulnerability, desire, and something like awe.
“I want to go down on you, cariad,” he said. “That’s the first thing I want with you, it’s all I’ve been wanting. I need to taste your pussy before I go fucking insane.”
There was a short, shocked silence. Heat plummeted to my core.
“May…may I change?” I asked.
My voice was raspy. He nodded once and I ducked into the bathroom. Shutting the door and releasing a breath.
Fuck, I was out of my depth.
He would be waiting and I didn’t want him to think I was getting cold feet. I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted anything. And I knew I could trust him to get me through it.
I showered again, paranoid that I wasn’t clean enough to have a man put his face between my legs. Then I brushed out my hair and put on a little lipstick and mascara. Just enough that I felt pretty.
I wasn’t comfortable wearing lingerie with him yet. It felt too intimate. Instead, I slipped on a pair of cotton panties and a t-shirt.
Then I padded out into the bedroom before I lost my nerve.
He was sipping wine, standing by the window. Sweatpants hanging off his hips, profile stark against the pale light.
I cleared my throat. He turned and his whole body froze. His eyes flicked down and up again. Barely looking where he set it, he put the wine down and crossed the room.
His big, lean hand was in my hair, gathering it in a gentle grip. Pulling my head back so he could kiss my mouth. Making my knees go weak and my core pulse.
