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her nipple into his mouth, suckling it, rolling his tongue around it. She nearly levitated off the bed. Moisture, hot and slick, pooled between her thighs.
His hand rubbed against her left breast while he licked and nibbled her right. She squirmed about the bed, never knowing exactly what position was perfect or where to put her hands. She felt out of control and disordered, as if only he had the power to make her body obey, as somehow she’d lost that privilege.
His hands and his mouth on her breasts felt so good. She would have allowed him to do that for the rest of her life. But his hand moved away, trailing down her torso, and moving slowly to her belly. Then down further, further, until he passed his fingers softly through the hair between her legs and she cried out.
His fingers moved, explored, tantalized. He toyed with her entrance and she opened her legs to him wider. Then slowly he slid one finger inside her. The invasion was simultaneously strange and wonderful. He moved the finger within her and she bucked against him. She wanted to open her eyes, look at him, but she was so afraid he’d come to his senses and ask her to leave his bedchamber. His finger continued to move building tension inside her abdomen, then his thumb brushed across the nub at her core.
“Oh my,” she managed to say. “Roe, oh yes, that’s—” She wanted to say more, but words were becoming increasingly more difficult to string together into coherent sentences. Her thoughts weren’t even coherent.
That spiraling sensation built, swirling through her, growing. She kept trying to catch whatever lay at the end of this crest, but then he’d change his rhythm, torment her more. She was panting now, words gone, simple breathing had become a challenge. He brought his mouth back down on her breast while his hand continued its torment of her nether regions. Her climax was mounting and as much as she wanted to chase it, she feared it would dissolve if she got to close.
Stop thinking, Caroline, only feel.
She rocked against his hand, using his rhythm, as he sucked hard on her nipple. And then waves of pleasure rode through her and she tossed back her head and cried out in pleasure.
His hand stilled and his lips moved from her breast to her throat to her ear.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmured.
She managed to open her eyes and met his green gaze. “Thank you.”
Chapter Thirteen
They lay there quietly for several moments and the weight of what he’d done crashed down upon him. Sweet, innocent Caroline. She’d claimed she wouldn’t get hurt, that she would be fine, but he questioned that. And damnation if he hurt her, he’d never be able to live with himself.
Roe crawled out of the bed and moved away from Caroline, putting as much distance between them as he could. He swore, then walked away. “This should not have happened,” he said, unable to look at her. He knew his words would sting, but rather hurt her now than after he took her virtue away. His bed creaked and he knew she’d sat up. “That wasn’t even a full consummation, Roe, how can you—”
“You obviously didn’t listen when I told you what happened with your brother.” He turned to face her and she sat wide-eyed in his bed, blanket clutched to her, covering most of her body. Her hair tousled, her lips looking very kissed and loved, she looked beautiful.
“I didn’t find anything you told me about Christopher’s death to be so terrible. I don’t blame you.”
If she didn’t blame him it was only because she still saw him through the eyes of that eighteen year old she’d been. The girl who had thought him a hero for taking her in and teaching her to play poker. The things he’d done for her were so small compared to the damage he’d caused in her life. Why couldn’t she see that?
“It doesn’t matter, Caroline, I can’t be with you.”.
“I only asked for one night, Roe, not a lifetime.” Her features set with indignation.
She was right, of course, she hadn’t asked for anything but a night of passion. One he could give her. Damned, but he wanted her enough.
She shifted her gaze away and a lock of hair tumbled into her eyes. “But perhaps you can’t muster the desire even for that,” she muttered.
He could only gape at her in shock. Not muster the