His head snapped up, and she found herself staring into the warmest chocolate brown eyes she’d ever seen. His handsome face settled into a frown that did nothing to detract from his male-model gorgeousness. “Not once.”
She bit her bottom lip. She wanted to believe him. God, she was standing here naked with him and she couldn’t seem to make herself move. “That’s impossible.”
“That’s the truth.” His fingers made their way down her arm. “I’m worried about touching you. I don’t want to scare you, baby. You have to know I would never, ever want to hurt you.”
He sounded so different from the laughing, sarcastic man she’d come to know. This was the Cooper she’d always suspected hid under his playful exterior. He was so sweet, but it was hard to believe he wasn’t sexually active. He was the only one of the three of Tal’s guards who regularly took weeks off and left the country. “I thought you had a girl back home. I thought that was why you left every six weeks.”
He was staring into her eyes, holding her hostage. “I go to a little hospital in Pakistan. I have an old buddy who runs a clinic there. Baby, I’m not seeing someone. I’m vaccinating babies and running the clinic so he has a little time off. I told you. I haven’t wanted anyone since the minute I laid eyes on you.” He swallowed hard. “Are you ever going to look at me the way I look at you?”
Alea wanted to. She studied him all the time when she was sure he wasn’t looking. Tears sprang to her eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t know that I can do any of this, Cooper. I…I don’t think I function the way other women do. I don’t respond to sex.”
Except she was kind of responding now. Her breathing was ragged. She wasn’t panicked the way she’d been after her rescue. When she’d first come back, she’d pulled away from anyone who tried to touch her. Lately, she’d been wondering if she was missing out. Piper was a hugger. At first it had seemed rude to shove her cousins’ wife away, so she’d endured it, but more and more she found herself initiating the hugs. And she definitely thought about being able to touch her men. In her dreams, she opened to them fully, and they took her in every way. She felt such pleasure, such love… What a far-fetched fantasy.
And just the fact that she thought of them as her men was proof enough that she’d gone half mad. She should shove Cooper away right this second before he found out how cold she was.
“Baby, your ni**les are hard.”
He backed up just enough to brush his knuckles over them. Rough, work-callused skin touched her own, lighting a fire deep in her belly. She shivered and gasped, then tried to shrink away. He wrapped an arm loosely around her waist and kept her close.
“You respond just fine.” His voice sounded rough. “Let me kiss you.”
Alea shook her head. “I-I can’t stand too much touch. I can’t close my eyes without…”
“Shh, baby. You can’t stand being tied down or having someone on top of you. We can work on that. It’ll take time and patience, but I’ve got both.”
“It’s more than that.” But he wouldn’t understand, and frustration welled. She needed to grab her robe and run away. She looked around for an escape, but the only way out was through Coop. “I don’t know how I would handle hands really…touching me.”
“Let me do all the worrying. We’ll work it out.”
That sounded nice. No, it sounded like a huge relief, letting someone else bear the strain and horror of all she’d endured. God, she was so deeply lonely, but she feared the risk. What if Coop touched her and she panicked? How could she ever look at him or the other two again if she freaked out and made an idiot of herself? They’d know she was frigid. Hell, she’d confessed it. But they didn’t know she woke up screaming and fighting some invisible attacker far too often.
Slowly, Cooper slid to his knees, somehow making the move deeply graceful. “I won’t touch you with my hands, baby, but I want to show you that there’s not a damn thing wrong with you. You can respond. I can prove it. Let me kiss you.”
He wasn’t talking about her mouth.
Cooper was right there, staring at her. She should be horrified. No one had seen her naked since she’d come home from South America. But there was something heady about the intimacy of being bare and alone with Cooper that she couldn’t deny. She felt frozen, hopeful.
And then she felt desperate because Cooper didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned in, and she felt the heat of his breath right on her pu**y.
Alea braced for the panic to set in. She parted her lips to warn him that, any second, she would kick out and try to fight him. She lifted her hands, ready to push him away.
But everything stopped—time, her heart, her breath—as he kissed her with such aching tenderness, placing little butterfly kisses across the mound of her pu**y. Women in her culture waxed their bodies, and now Alea was glad she’d kept up the practice because she could feel every press of his lips against her sensitive skin. Heat flared, but she found herself trembling as she looked down, watching his golden brown hair move as he tilted his head, seemingly determined not to miss tasting an inch of her.
“You see, you could handle a little kiss,” he whispered against her thigh, and his words tingled along her flesh. “The key is to go slow so you know you’re safe. But we can push the boundaries just a little. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to taste you, baby?”
She’d been kissed before on the mouth, short, groping attempts at affection when she was younger. Her childhood had been deeply protected. Growing up behind palace walls with three male cousins had ensured she’d gone to college with very little experience, but she’d been kissed a few times. She’d even been touched by two male suitors.
But nothing had ever been like this, a heady, trembling rush of amazing pleasure. Oh god... And no one had ever gently drawn his tongue across her swelling folds.
She couldn’t stop the cry that fell from her mouth. Suddenly she was glad she was leaning against the wall because she was pretty sure her legs nearly dissolved underneath her. She couldn’t quite catch a full breath. His mouth felt so good.
“You taste so sweet, Lea. So f**king sweet.” He drew his tongue right up the center of her pu**y, stopping at her clitoris to press little circles there.
Alea could feel herself getting soft and wet, her pu**y nearly pulsing with desire. Pleasure drummed behind her clit. And she ached everywhere.
He sucked half of her labia into his mouth, pulling gently, tonguing her with wicked purpose before returning to her clitoris. She’d read about this feeling, but she’d never thought her parts actually worked. Apparently, she’d been wrong because every nerve in her body now stood at attention, expectant as he laved affection all over her pu**y. He licked her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she moaned, melted, dying for more.
But he seemed intent on making her wait for it, making her crazy. He tapped her clit, then drew it between his teeth, suckling in gentle passes that had her panting for more. A plea sat on the tip of her tongue. Her head fell back against the wall, and her eyes slid shut. Her fingers filtered into his hair.