flushed, even in the pale yellow orange cast from the dying embers of the fire.
“It’s okay, I want this.”
He searched her eyes for the truth behind her words. Her eyes smiled along with her, and, grinning back, he gave her what she wanted.
It took all of his self-control for him to take things slow, but he wanted to take his time with her. He moved his hand up her shirt inch by inch, admiring how smooth her skin was against his hands, how hot it was to his touch, even in the cooling air. She ran her fingers across his chest, sending a chill through his body. George felt the strain of himself against his pants as he ached to be even closer to her. Instead, he pulled Brea’s shirt over her head and pulled her bra from her shoulders. She fell free before him and immediately pulled her arms up to cover herself.
“Are you okay with this?”
She bit her lip before replying, but he waited. He would do this right. For her, for him. She dropped her eyes, watching the embers, and then looked back up at him. “I’ve only ever been with one person.”
“Eric?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
She nodded in response. “He never saw me…he never saw me naked.”
It took him a moment to process her honesty. No man had ever seen her naked. He had come as close as anyone else, and he’d only seen the top half. How could it be so? Her body was perfect. Her breasts were firm, not small but large enough to fit snugly into his hands.
Her stomach was smooth, not quite flat, but he loved it. Love ? He had never used that word. Still, that was his first thought, and he couldn’t take it back now. He handed her bra and shirt back to her. “I’ll turn away,” he assured her, and he did just that.
It was only a handful of seconds before her hand was on his arm, pulling him back around to face her. Her shirt and bra had both been discarded to the floor, and her hands removed from her breasts. “I want you to see.”
Chapter 14
She let him slip her bra over her shoulders, but when she felt herself come free from the support of the underwire, her hands instinctively flew up to cover her exposed breasts. But he turned, allowing her to climb back into her cave and to hide herself from him. He was giving her that choice, making it hers, not his. From the look of desire he had seen cross his face before he had turned from him, she knew that he wanted to see her, but he wasn’t going to ask something of her that she didn’t want.
That thought alone, knowing that he was doing this for her and not himself, made her want to give it all to him. She dropped the shirt to the floor, feeling the satin fabric as it slipped between her fingers, and then did the same with her bra. Taking half a dozen deep breaths, she looped her hand around his arm and turned him to face her. She had never been so nervous but she wanted him to see. For one crazy reason or another, she wanted to share herself with him, not just parts of herself, but all of it.
“I want you to see.” She took his hand in hers and led it to her breast, allowing his fingers to lay on the soft, sensitive skin. Her body convulsed involuntarily at the touch, his fingers playing lightly, testing her as he did. She’d never thought that she could feel such pleasure from a simple touch, from a small warm breath on her skin.
The button to her jeans came undone, and, lifting her hips, she wiggled her way out of them. He tugged them down her thighs, and then kissed his way back up to her, lingering at her hip and then her breast for only a moment. She already wanted to cry out, to ask him to stop teasing because she wanted to feel him, but she was enjoying this. Eric had never been so gentle, had never considered how she felt or how to make her feel sexy and desirable.
She was tortured with how slow he was going with her. Even as his hand slid between her now naked thighs and pulled at the elastic of her panties, he only teased her. His knuckles brushed
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