know that I’m not very sexual. I don’t do that screaming thing other women do. Maybe it’s psychological, maybe there’s something physically wrong with me. I don’t know, but I don’t want you to expect too much.”
That sounded like a challenge. He wasn’t a man to turn one down.
* * * *
The minute he guided the silk around her eyes, her perspective changed. The world didn’t go completely dark. There was still a bit of light, but it was inconsequential. She was dependent on him. That was the point of this exercise. She was utterly dependent on him and all she was wearing was a pair of white cotton undies.
Without the advantage of sight, her focus shifted. She was forced to acknowledge the way cool air felt against her skin, how her nipples tightened and how warm she’d become low in her pelvis.
“Tell me about your foster mother.” Big hands cupped her shoulders, spreading heat where they touched. He moved them very slowly down her arms.
“I thought I was supposed to be concentrating on you.”
“Yes, on following my instructions. You’ve evaded all my questions for a week.”
She wanted to throw that back in his face. He’d evaded her for almost a year. Of course in order to do that she would have to tell him who she was and she’d almost decided that he never needed to know. Some things were better left alone. “I loved her. She didn’t always know how to handle me though. She had a son. He got me.”
His hands stopped moving and he brushed her hair off her back, exposing her neck. “Did you love him?”
“Oh yes.” That was an easy question to answer, but she didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. “He became my brother. We survived high school together.”
“What happened to your family, Allyson?” The words rumbled along her nape, making her shiver even as his fingertips brushed the sides of her torso down to her hips. He was behind her, touching her gently, but there was no doubt she wasn’t alone. “I’m assuming it was bad otherwise you wouldn’t have been living in your car.”
She stiffened, all the intimacy fleeing because she either had to lie to him or obscure the truth so that he wouldn’t question her. She was trusting him with her body, her heart, but holding back the truth might be the only way to keep them together. “My brother died in an accident a year ago and I recently lost my mother to cancer. There wasn’t much money and what was left went to paying hospital bills. So I packed up and came to Texas to find something new.”
To find you. And I did and now I can’t imagine what I would do without you.
“I’m so sorry about that, baby, but I’m glad you told me.” He kissed the back of her neck and she started to relax again. “Why do you think you aren’t good at sex? Look at how these pretty things respond to me.”
He cupped her breasts and her nipples immediately flared to life. They tightened again, almost painfully, as if they would explode if he didn’t touch them, tease them.
“They don’t usually do that.” She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out when he gently rolled the nubs between his thumbs and forefingers. She felt an answering pull low in her pelvis.
She could feel the heat of his mouth next to her ear. “Why? What’s sex been like? Any long-term boyfriends?”
She shook her head and tried to stay still. Not being able to see him, she had to focus on the dark chocolate sound of his voice. It was so deep and melodic. “No one for the last year. I saw someone in high school and then he went to college. I stayed at home. I dated a man I met at work for a while. We saw each other off and on up until…” Ronnie died. She couldn’t say that. “Mom got sick. There wasn’t time for relationships.”
His hand moved lower, trailing down her abdomen. He moved close to her until she could feel him against her backside. There it was, the long, hard piece of him that proved he definitely was attracted to her. Macon was built on large lines and his cock didn’t seem to be the exception.
His fingers slid under the waistband of her undies. “And none of those men made you scream?”
God, she hoped she didn’t disappoint him. “No. But I’ll be honest, this