rested on her abdomen, sitting still for the time being.
He hummed when she stayed frozen like a deer in the woods. “Please, pretty girl?”
When his hand drifted between them, over her panties, she gasped. Her lips parted, and that was enough for him. He kissed her, and his tongue slid into her mouth, dancing with hers. It felt like it might almost burn her. It was like tea that was just on the verge of scalding. He turned his head to the side to deepen the embrace, and she moaned.
Just like she did when she tasted that thrice-damned chocolate.
I want this. Badly. I want to feel desire.
He kissed her harder, pressing his body into hers, and his moan drowned out hers. His was far more elicit, far more profane, and it did strange and wonderful things to her.
As did the feeling of that impossibly hot tongue in her mouth.
Then his fingers began to explore her. They pulled aside the fabric of her underwear and stroked her. They found just how much she tried to hide how he made her feel. He growled and redoubled his efforts in their kiss.
His fingers were so hot. How could anyone have a body temperature like that? They worked over her, and she arched into his fingers as pleasure lanced up her spine. He stroked and teased, pressing in all the right places.
He broke away from her lips to hover close to her ear to whisper to her. He whispered sinful things, things she could barely even wrap her head around. They were commands even as they were pleading with her to let go. Let go and embrace what he was doing to her. To let her body succumb to the pleasure.
How could she fight it?
She grabbed him, holding on to his silk shirt for dear life as she obeyed. Her body went taut as she yanked his face back to hers and kissed him with everything that she felt. It was that, or she would scream his name. And he would never let her live that down.
Instead, she twitched and writhed as pure ecstasy washed over her. Bliss like she had never known.
When it calmed, he was kissing her throat again. His back was heaving as if he had experienced the same thing she did. She felt the outline of him pressing against her, desperately begging for attention.
She tilted her head back on the lounge, trying to fill her burning lungs.
She could only think of one thing to say.
“Shit.”
Shit was right.
Nero hadn’t even had to put a finger inside her. He hadn’t wanted to. He wanted to save all that. But he wanted to bring her pleasure. And how quickly she had unwound, the poor, frustrated thing. He watched her sink into the cushion, her face devoid of all the concerns and worry he realized she carried with her constantly.
“I’ve never—” she whispered breathlessly. She couldn’t form words.
She was so beautiful. So wonderful. He had never seen anyone react like that. That was her first time ever experiencing real pleasure? Oh, poor thing. Poor, pent-up thing. No wonder she looks like she’s about to punch someone all the time!
She was holding on to him, her hands wound into the fabric of his shirt. He straightened out her clothes and stood from the bench, moving to sit next to her. He was straining for relief and he hurt from the way he was crammed inside his pants at the moment, but this wasn’t about him. This was about her.
Her, and relief, and showing her how good it could feel.
He kept kissing her gently until she came down from her cloud. She placed her hand on his cheek. “Nero?”
“Hm?”
Her hand trailed down his chest and wandered toward something that was more than happy for a little attention. He pulled her hand away. “No, no. Not yet. This wasn’t about me getting something in return. This was about giving.”
I’ve lost my gods-forsaken mind. He smiled. He was a little proud of himself again. She ran her fingers over his face and felt his lips. Felt his smile. She paid him one in return.
“However, I am going to go…shower, if you don’t mind.” He placed a kiss on her collarbone. He debated asking her to come with him. The mental image of her up against the tile with those legs around his waist was wonderful, heavenly, and he knew he’d have to do it someday soon. She did like water.
Then came the images of them in the pool.