Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,63
intensity. Even when spent, he still rocked inside her slowly, seeking every bit of pleasure her body wrung.
She pressed her forehead to the table, her palms flat on either side as she fought for breath. His own hadn't restored yet. While he had her this way, he unzipped her dress and worked it over her head, then kicked his pants from around his ankles.
She rolled beneath him to her back, arms sprawled on the table. "I didn't give you my present."
Didn't she get that she was the best damn gift? The only one he'd ever need. Leaning over her, he kissed her slow and thorough. "Let's get to bed and you can show me after I recuperate."
Laying side by side in bed, he on his stomach and her on her back, they held hands and stared at each other in the dark. He'd never shared intimacy like this with anyone else, in or out of the sack.
Taking in her thick lashes, haunting eyes and full mouth, he knew it wasn't just her physical beauty that sucked him in. It was her. He was a fool to think they could ever go back, a fool to think he'd never succumb once she was beneath him. He always figured he was incapable of falling in love. His tremulous past and constant hiding made trying impossibly stupid.
But he'd fallen long ago. His brain had known before his heart caught up. He was just waiting for her, for the day he could have her.
Except he'd pushed too soon and he'd put her at risk. And he loved her so damn much that he should let her go, for her physical safety as much for the emotional. Money couldn't buy what she deserved. A normal life, a guy who wasn't so fucked up he'd rather view life through a lens.
Yet his fingers tightened around hers instead of releasing.
"What are you thinking?" She turned on her side to face him. "Your mind went somewhere dark. You get a wrinkle right here when something upsets you." Her finger smoothed the crease between his eyebrows. Her thumb brushed his lower lip. "Are you worried you were too rough?"
"No." She'd tell him if he had been. She was honest about her needs and demands. Another reason he was sunk deep. There was nothing sexier than a woman open to her body, her pleasure, and not afraid to test herself. It had taken some time, but she'd done that. Pushed herself past the fear, sought the answers, and grasped for him during the ride. As if he was the only one she craved in the interim, the long haul.
He rolled to face her, lifting his hand to tuck a strand of hair off her cheek. It would not be wise to tell her how he felt until all this crap was past them. He had no right loving her in the first place. She needed to draw her own conclusions about what she wanted before he said something that would no doubt make her feel trapped. She'd lived her life in a cage, in one form or another. He would not be an additional confine. He suspected she wasn't ready yet anyway.
"I think you need my present now. You're obviously thinking too much." She rose and padded out of the room naked, with the moonlight caressing her skin.
He turned to his back and slung an arm under his head, anticipating her return. Not for her gift, but to observe the elegant sinew of her body as she walked, the graceful poise of her posture, the way her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. He could spend the next eternity just watching her.
She had her arm behind her back and a sly smile on her face when she strolled back in. Kneeling on the bed next to him, she whispered, "Close your eyes."
Fighting a grin, he did as she asked. She set a cold, hard cylinder in his hand. He opened his eyes to find a can of whipped cream. He threw his head back and laughed. Hell, she was perfect.
She bit her lip. "Not exactly diamonds, but I've always wanted to??xperiment with food. I heard it can be very stimulating." She shrugged, pink tingeing her cheeks.
He'd not done much erotic food play himself. A strawberry here or there, some chocolate syrup once. "Don't be embarrassed." He snagged her around the waist until she sprawled over him. "I want you to talk to me when you want something." He eyed the