Derek frowned as he looked at her. He searched her face, his silver gaze too perceptive. “Why not?”
She felt him in her mind, probing, seeking. “It’s too soon,” she blurted out, pushing him from her thoughts. “You don’t know how you feel. And it makes me…uncomfortable.”
His features gave away none of his thoughts, but she felt what he did and knew she’d hurt him. She wanted to cry, to scream, to confess. Instead, she shifted nervously. “After Marius, I just don’t—”
“Hush,” he soothed, the tense line of his jaw softening. “It’s okay. I can wait however long it takes for you to believe in me.”
Eyes burning with unshed tears, she gripped his swollen cock and stroked, relief flooding her when she felt his focus alter. A girl could always distract her man with sex. “I want you again,” she murmured, moving into position on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him. “Now.”
Derek stood behind her, the touch of his hands on her hips sending his thoughts and feelings pouring into her. He kissed upward along the length of her spine, the depth of his feeling covering her in a safe, warm blanket. “You have me,” he said softly and then he slipped his cock into her in one slow glide.
She gasped and arched her back, heat immediately flaring across her skin, flushing her. His large body came over hers, his hands over hers, his body caging her to the bed. His hips moved his cock in shallow massaging strokes. The connection between them deepened, until she felt echoes of what he felt—the tight clasp of her swollen tissues, the liquid heat of her cream.
“Wow,” he breathed, his cheek resting against her shoulder. “Feel that?”
“Yes…”
“I want to feel everything with you.”
Sable closed her eyes, knowing there wasn’t time to share everything. They only had a few hours left.
Derek rose up, his hands caressing her quivering thighs, and then he rubbed a thumb along the tight rosette. “Would you let me take you here?” he rasped. “I’d love to feel that.”
Swallowing hard and unable to speak, she nodded, clenching tight around him as he swelled inside her. He continued that gentle, teasing rubbing and she shivered at the sensation.
“Have you taken a man here before?”
“No.”
“It hurts the first few times,” he warned, but the tiny tremors in his hands betrayed how much he wanted this.
“You’re big.”
“Yes.” He slipped out of her and she protested with a plaintive whimper. Sitting on the bed next to her, Derek drew her into his lap. Lifting her chin with a gentle finger, he brought her gaze up to his. “Whether you’re ready for it or not, I love you. You don’t have to say it back and you sure as hell don’t have to prove it. I’m happy being with you just the way you are. The happiest I’ve ever been. I’m completely satisfied, Sable.”
Unable to help herself, she allowed a little of the love she felt for him to shine in her eyes. “Do you have to be so damn wonderful?”
He laughed.
“I want to give you this, Derek. Something I’ve never given anyone. Wouldn’t you like that?”
“I’d like it so much it would probably kill me.” He kissed the tip of her nose and hugged her close. “But I don’t want to hurt you. It takes time and preparation. Lust is riding me pretty hard right now and I don’t think I’m capable of the control initiating you requires.”
“I’m a vamp. I heal quickly.”
He pulled back and searched her face again. “Is this what you want? Or are you only offering to please me?”
She wiggled her ass against the burning length of his cock. “I suspect I’ll like it. With you.” Her voice lowered. “There’s oil in the drawer.”
He gave a wicked chuckle, returned her to the bed and held her down when she tried to roll onto her stomach.
“Don’t move,” he ordered as he stood between her thighs and lowered his head for a kiss. His sweetly seductive mouth pressed gently over hers, coaxing her to relax with teasing strokes of his velvety tongue. His thoughts caressed her mind. Easy, baby. Concentrate on the feel of my hands, the touch of my lips, the warmth of my body pressed against yours.
“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth as his skilled hands caressed the underside of her breasts, the callused pads of his thumbs brushing against her nipples. They peaked hard and tight, addicted to his touch. Even when Derek was apart from her they craved the pinch of his fingers.
Her hands drifted to his back, massaging the muscles she felt flexing as he gentled her. His skin was so warm, so sleek and fluid over the tight ropes of sinew underneath. His body was as gorgeous as his face, a work of art in its sheer perfection. She gave herself up to that body, to the seduction that it wielded with such consummate skill.
Seduce me, she pleaded. Make me forget everything but you.