Sweet as Honey (The Seven Sisters) - By Caitlyn Robertson Page 0,69

turn now.”

They undressed each other leisurely, removing the garments piece by piece until they stood naked in front of each other. She unpinned her hair and let it fall, and he separated the blonde curls across her shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands skating over her skin.

She shivered, her nipples peaking, and turned and lifted the tray onto the bedside table before drawing back the covers. “Let’s get in bed.”

She’d dreamed about the first time they would make love, about seeing him naked, but this was her greatest fantasy—sliding onto the soft mattress, pulling the covers over them and pressing herself up against his young, warm, strong body.

“This is just heaven,” she whispered as she ran her hand down his chest and traced the defined muscles there and in his shoulders and arms. “I think I’m dreaming.”

“I don’t think we can have the same dream.” He brushed his hand down her back, over her hips, along her thighs. “I wish this night would last forever.”

“Me too.” She slipped her hand into his hair and kissed him. He kissed her back, gentle and soft.

After a while, she pulled away. She cupped his face, brushing his cheek with her thumb. Was something bothering him? She felt as if he was holding back somehow. She’d felt it from the moment they came into the room. He’d given in a little when they first made love, but now it had returned—a reservation, as if he was worried about moving too fast, or doing something she didn’t like.

My husband, she thought. How could she convince him she wanted him more than anything in the world?

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Once again, doubt flitted through Dex’s mind. Honey looked tired. Was she just doing this for him? Because he hadn’t mentioned going to sleep? He was terrified of asking her to do something she didn’t want to do. He’d hate her to say yes just to please him. And he hated himself for being worried about it, but he didn’t know how to get over this hurdle.

She stroked his cheek. “What’s the matter?”

He shook his head. “You look tired. Do you want to just go to sleep? We’ve got the rest of our lives to explore each other.”

She studied him and pursed her lips. “Dexter Concannon, you finally get me into bed and all you want to do is sleep?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but couldn’t think what to say to that.

Her eyes twinkled. “If I don’t have you at least twice more before we doze off, I’ll be very disappointed.”

He smiled, but still couldn’t shake the fear that Cathryn had lodged at the back of his mind. Fury filled him. She was spoiling the moment without even being there. What kind of power did she have over him?

Honey brushed her thumb across his lips. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” he said, helplessness and despair washing over him.

“Did you think I got upset over the things Cathryn said because she scared me?”

Puzzled at the question, he thought about it. “Maybe,” he concluded. “I wouldn’t want you to think that we had to do all those—”

She pressed her thumb to his lips, halting his words. “I wasn’t scared,” she said softly. “I was jealous. Overwhelmingly, passionately jealous. Enraged. Infuriated.”

He blinked. “Oh.”

She moved a little closer to him and hooked her leg over his hips. “You see,” she continued huskily, “I’m absolutely crazy about you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. But I don’t just want a little piece of you—I want a hundred percent. I want everything.”

He had no more love and affection left to give but, wanting to please her, he said, “Okay.”

She brushed her lips against his. “I need you to know—everything that you’ve ever done with another woman, to another woman, I want you to do to me.”

Her words made him inhale in shock. He lifted his head to stare at her.

“And I’m not just saying that,” she murmured. “Ian and I—we were black and white compared to the Technicolor I know you and I could have together. I want passion, Dex. Desire. I don’t know how to describe it because I’ve never had it before, but that’s where you come in. I want you to show me everything. I want you as many times as we can manage it, in every position, everywhere in the house, every which way you like. I want to fill your mind with memories of me, and only me. I want us to have good,