Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,36

you may not remember, part of that day stuck with you." He wanted to erase that fucking fear so bad he'd give everything he owned to make it so. And never, never again would he attempt to try the missionary position. Not until she gave him the signal it was okay.

"This is going to sound crazy, but I'm glad she told me. At first, it shook me, but it's like a weight's been lifted." She raised her head to look at him. "I guess I just needed an explanation or something. Makes me feel like less of a freak."

He ground his molars and held her jaw. He wished she'd stop calling herself a freak. It made him want to punch something. Repeatedly. To ease the anger, or perhaps settle his pounding heart, he crushed his mouth to hers, seeking entry. She opened immediately, always did, and with every stroke of his tongue the friendship lines blurred even more.

Inside the condo, he stripped her coat off and pulled her to him, her back to his front, face buried in her hair. For some reason, he couldn't make himself move, so he tightened his hold and stood with her in the foyer.

Her hands settled on his arms, which trapped her, cool from the elements outside. Tilting her head, she laid it on his shoulder and pressed her face under his jaw. "Come with me into the bedroom."

Yes. Anything she wanted.

Taking his hand, she led him through the dark living room and into their bedroom. Theirs, not his. He stopped in the doorway as her slender form wove through the room to click on the fireplace. Warm tones flickered over her skin, shining in her eyes. He made a move toward her, but she held up her hand.

With too much space between them, she bit her lip and reached behind her back to unzip her dress. The teeth unlatching was almost as loud as the blood roaring through his veins. Cupping the material to her breasts, she slid her arms out and let the red dress pool on the floor.

He forgot how to breathe. She was, in fact, wearing nothing underneath. He greedily took in her pale, milky skin, small, perky breasts and triangle of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs. The firelight bathed her skin, and he had to swallow a groan. His cock strained against his pants.

She tugged the duvet and sheets down and crawled into bed to lay down.

On her back.

A powerful, unknown in origin sensation shoved its way into his throat as she stretched, holding her hand out in invitation. Fuck film. He'd never need a camera to remember this, and damn if he ever wanted anyone but him to see her like she was at this moment.

The information her mother gave her about how--and where--her biological father had died must've given her the answers she'd needed to connect the dots on why she feared the missionary position. She couldn't remember that part of her past, but something subconscious did, and now that Raven understood, she would try everything to get past it. That was just who she was. Strong. A fighter.

Shrugging out of his suit coat, he stripped off his tie, keeping his gaze locked to hers as he unbuttoned his shirt. When it was tossed aside, he made quick work of his pants and walked slowly over to the bed.

He had to clear his throat twice to speak. "Are you sure, baby?"

She nodded.

Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he ran his fingers from her collarbone to her navel, earning a shiver. "What's your safeword, Raven?"

"Sage." She blinked up at him. "But I don't need it."

"You might," he said, his voice rougher than his breathing. "All you ever have to do is use the safeword, and I'll stop. Always. No matter what. I'll know you've hit your limit." He ran his fingers back up her taut belly to lightly trace her nipples. "We all have limits, baby."

And hell. She was his.

With great care, he slid under the sheet and rose over her, bracing himself on his elbows to not crush her. He waited, but her expression never changed. Still, to give her time to adjust, he brushed his nose with hers and kissed her lightly.

It was she who eventually cranked the heat, deepening the kiss and arching up to meet him. Her thighs spread, welcoming his hips between them. He kept his weight off, his palms on the mattress, and made love to her mouth.