should probably get out of bed before something happens.”
She squirmed closer. “Something good?”
He took a moment to remind himself she wasn’t innocent or inexperienced when it came to the mechanics of sex. But she’d never had the kind of emotional intimacy he wanted for their first time. Threading his fingers between hers, he pressed their hands flat against his chest while he stroked her cheek with his other hand. “It would be beyond good, Myrt. But not something I want with you while the door between us and your brothers and sister is partly open. When we go there, baby.” He took a gentle grip of her hair, arching her neck backwards as he crunched his way into a partial sit-up. “I want.” He brushed his lips across hers. “To take.” And back the other way, loving how she fought his hold to chase his mouth. “My time.” Covering her mouth with his, he dove deep, tongue stroking and twisting as he kissed her slowly.
She pushed him away and covered her mouth with the hand he wasn’t holding. “My breath.”
“Don’t care.” He pushed past her fingers to kiss her again, long and wet, until she was gasping for breath and had forgotten her concerns. Ending with a series of gentle, closed-mouth kisses against the corner of her lips, he smiled. “Now, sweetheart. Coffee and food, in that order.”
He swung his legs to dangle from the edge of the bed and looked back at her over his shoulder. Myrt remained still for a moment, lips in a cute pout, which made him want to climb back in beside her. He grabbed the towel as he stood, not trying to hide anything as he wound the fabric back around his hips. Gratifyingly, her attention stayed fixed south, cheeks pinking in the gorgeous way she had. Then, she licked her lips and her legs shifted as her ass wiggled. Holy shit.
Oh, yeah, they definitely shared a common interest.
And wasn’t that glorious to see.
“We’re up, brother,” he called towards the barely open connecting door as he walked to the bathroom, scooping up clothing as he went. “Myrt wants some coffee, man.”
“Got that covered.”
Myrt stirred as Gunny responded, rolling to sit on the bed, her legs in a half circle around her. Her gaze stayed fixed on Bane—and right before he went out of sight through the door, he gave her a show. Stopping and dropping the towel to the floor, he reached back and smacked his own ass lightly. “All yours, any time you want it, Myrt.”
“Yeah?” Jesus. Her tone was breathy and low, filled with what he hoped was arousal.
“Yeap.” Door closed, he leaned back against it, head thudding silently against the surface. He’d meant to tease her a little, see how much interest she had, draw out those intimate moments they hadn’t been afforded many of, take them when he could. Glancing down, he chuckled at himself. Instead, he’d been teasing himself, and his cock stood out from his body, head a dark angry red. “I hear ya, little man.” Root to tip, he stroked slowly, drawing out each touch until it was a tiny bit of agony with wanting more.
“Bane?” The door behind him rattled and he startled, staring at his reflection in the mirror. “Can I come in a minute?”
A hundred scenarios ran through his head in an instant, but what he chose to focus on was the reminder she wasn’t innocent, and she’d clearly seen something she liked. She enjoyed their make-out sessions a lot, and she knew he was naked in here.
Shifting to the side, he kicked the towel across the floor and opened the door, staying out of sight in case she only wanted to tell him something.
Myrt rounded the door and closed it, keeping her hands on the knob and frame before whirling around. Her gasp and wide eyes kept him still; then she reached out to grip his bicep and pull him towards her. Bane hovered over her against the door, caging her in with his arms as he kept his lower body angled away. She made a tiny frustrated noise and gripped his hips, pulling him in tight against her.
Face buried against his chest, Myrt cleared her throat softly. “I know you think I’m this damaged woman. I know a lot of what you think. But I’m not delicate. You won’t hurt me. I know that down to my bones, Bane. You would never hurt me. But you are hurting me, and you don’t