in the sensation, in the exquisite care he took with every touch, with every breath. When he stroked the inside of my thigh, I was ready. When his finger slid under and around the hem of my panties, I was ready. Moon above, I was so ready I almost shot right off the bed when those teasing touches finally grazed my folds.
Chapter 30
Henry
He’d been rip-roaring to get naked and down to business right up until she asked him to be careful. He slammed on the brakes and eased off and his plans for the evening adjusted. Henry wanted to get a little exuberant and acrobatic, and see her on her hands and knees, ass in the air. Maybe get creative with her legs in the air or hanging off the side of the bed... He wanted to see every inch of her, to explore it all in every way he could think of.
Except she needed something very different. He had something to prove—that he could take care of her, protect her, make sure she was comfortable and pleased. Ophelia was going to see how very seriously he took that.
So he retreated to kisses and gentle touches, glancing caresses that left her wanting more, and he teased her nipples until she was arching and sighing and murmuring for more. He grumbled, though the wolf wanted to launch into the mount-and-fuck phase, and kissed his way down her stomach. Her scent left him ravenous and desperate, and it took more strength of will than he wanted to admit not to just dive in.
But Ophelia tensed a bit as he eased her thighs open and breathed against her core, admiring her soft pink folds and the hint of wetness that already gathered and coated her flesh. Ready for him. God help him, she was ready and aching to be touched.
He could indulge, like a selfish bastard. But Ophelia trusted him. It didn’t matter what he wanted.
Henry glanced up the length of her body to check her expression, to make sure she wasn’t really freaking out, and found her watching him with wide eyes. He rested his chin on her thigh and nuzzled against her skin. “Okay?”
She nodded, wetting her lips, but still looked like she was holding her breath. Henry arched an eyebrow and used the barest tip of his finger to tease the edge of her slit, where the moisture gathered. “You sure?”
Ophelia nodded more, but still didn’t speak. And her abs remained tight, her thighs tense.
He held off, trying to read her body language, and moved his finger up so he could circle her clit—close but never touching, trying to drag her into a screaming response. “Ever done this before?”
He didn’t want to know. He wanted to think of himself as her first, as the only one who would matter, but he’d have been a fucking moron to think that Ophelia hadn’t had men chasing her for years. He just wanted to make sure he was the last one. The best one. The only one she remembered or ached for.
She took a deep breath and whispered, “Never with anyone who looked so…focused.”
“Oh, I am focused,” he said. He leaned to kiss inside her knee, then maneuvered her leg up and out so he could spread her folds and discover all the treasures she kept hidden. “Just relax, baby. Tell me what you like. Or just grab my head and steer.”
Ophelia might have laughed, but the next moment, as his tongue followed the path his finger had forged, she moaned and it was the best guidance he could have wanted. The tension drained out of her and suddenly she sprawled in the bed, arms and legs akimbo, and turned into pure need and feeling. Henry took his time tasting her, exploring her pussy and thighs and even her ass, until Ophelia was moaning and arching her back and moving her hips in short little jerks against his mouth.
Henry reached one arm up and caught her hand, moving both their palms to her breast, and squeezed with a slow increase in pressure until her breath caught and her moaning went deeper, more guttural. He smiled against her and set his teeth against her clit, easing his fingers into her channel, as he teased and tweaked her nipples. She squeezed her other breast and panted, all of her tossing and turning under his attention, and her voice broke as she cried out.
He retreated to watch a flush climb her body, up through her chest