it was more than worth the risk.
He could feel the give of her buttocks against those faint tingling spots in his thighs, her back against his chest, her side against his circling arm.
He pressed his face into her hair, inhaling her. He was holding her in his arms, naked and smooth, a bundle of sweet female scents. The little quivers he felt had to be stress, but maybe other things, too.
“I loved watching you climax,” he murmured. “Did it feel good?”
A pause, then a slow nod. “I’m sorry about after.”
He tightened his arm around her. “You don’t apologize to me, not ever, unless I ask you for that. Got it?”
After a long moment, she nodded again.
“Good.” He paused. "Did you ever talk to Les about sex?”
He steeled himself against the horror of the possibility, but since his sister was a grown woman, he'd get through it.
"No." She shook her head. "No one talks to me about this. Except you."
"Have you talked to the head doc about it? Particularly the way your uncle reacted to you getting worked up like that? Having an orgasm?"
Which made him recall her next appointment with Dr. Taylor was tomorrow morning. Good timing.
"We talk about other things. Until now…it wasn't a topic we needed to cover. She says I need to, but I haven’t.”
While she seemed to respond well to his commands, he wouldn’t go that route on this. "Can you do me a favor? Can you bring it up with her?"
"I'll try. Yes. But I feel better…when you talk to me about it."
"I'm worried about fucking up, honey. Saying the wrong thing."
She tilted her head enough to look back at him. "Sometimes I think people are too careful around me. You know what I mean?"
Yeah, he did.
Her smile was tremulous around the edges. "It's like they think I'm carrying a bomb inside me, and if they say or do the wrong thing, I'll explode into a million pieces.” Her expression sobered. “But I guess I proved that’s what can happen.”
“That’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re dealing with a lot. What I’m trying to say is that’s why she’s there. Like my example about the PT. She’s someone trained to help you with anything I can’t, or you can’t figure out yourself. Just a suggestion, okay?”
Slow nod again. He had his hand over hers, and she moved it so his palm was over her breasts, his fingers resting in the hills and valleys, and then she cupped her other hand over that, pressed her hips deeper into the cradle of his. Anyone else, he’d say she was purposefully trying to tease him, but it was more like she was burrowing while trying to pull him around her like a blanket. He could do that.
He nudged her hair aside, put his lips to her neck, nuzzling her. “I liked watching you go over that edge, explode a whole different way.”
He stroked her breast, fingers extending from where she held their hands tangled. “I want to do that to you again.”
Her fingers quivered. “I’m afraid I’ll…explode the other way again.”
“Did it feel good to you, before that?”
She thought about it. “Yes,” she said at last.
“Then don’t worry about it. When you open a valve, the water pressure is intense. After that, it levels out, pours out in a smooth stream.”
Her lips pressed together. He lifted his head enough to get a better look at her, and narrowed his eyes when he caught a smirk. “You’re trying not to laugh at me.”
The smile broke through, and she did chuckle a little. He gave her a reproving pinch on her buttock, then smoothed his hand over it, resisting the very strong urge to fondle, take a firmer grip and knead. “So you don’t think I should pursue a career as a romance author? Or a poet?”
“I think you are a very good store manager.”
He laughed out loud. Her head turned, her eyes roving over his face, her lips parting.
She obviously liked watching him laugh. When she lifted her fingers to touch his mouth, he kissed them, then cupped her face, running a caressing thumb over her cheek. Her eyes grew thoughtful again. She settled her head back onto the pillow, dipped her head over their hands.
“What are you thinking?” he said, putting his mouth back to her throat, teasing there, giving her a hint of teeth. She shivered at the edge.
“Can I do that for you?” she said. “What you did for me?”
It didn’t surprise him that she’d