He held her gaze and his expression turned tortured. “Do you know how much I want to?” he rasped. “Do you know how hard it is to deny you? Deny myself?”
She shook her head. “Explain it to me.”
He straightened off the bed then. He stood up before her and slowly, deliberately, unbuttoned his falls. His cock popped free, large and thick. It bobbed before her. She saw the ruddy color and the cross of veins along the stalk. A drop of moisture coated the slit, so close she could taste it if she chose. But then he moved away.
He stripped himself of his clothing until he stood nude before her. Bare and with so much power in his naked form. She saw thick ropes of muscles in his thighs. His legs spread and his feet gripped the rug, giving him a broad base. And when she finally lifted her gaze up past his organ and sculpted chest, she looked into his eyes which seemed to burn with intensity.
“Touch me and I will explode like a boy in his first heat.”
She reached out to do just that, but he gripped her wrist and held her back.
“Aaron—”
“A man does not take when he knows it’s wrong. A man thinks about tomorrow.”
“But—”
“A man does not dishonor that which he most prizes.” He dropped down below the bed such that they were eye to eye. “You are precious to me, Lilah. How can I—” He strangled his words, and his expression turned anguished. “I am giving you what you want, Lilah—”
“Not everything.”
He took her mouth then. He possessed it and plundered it like a ruthless pirate. And she gave him it all because she wanted it. She wanted him.
But then he drew back.
“I—” Again the word was tortured. She saw the need in his eyes, the tightness in his body, and the way he kept himself back. She knew that he wanted her, but that everything he valued in himself as a man would prevent him from taking what she freely offered.
It made her want him even more. And perversely it made her furious that he would reject the one thing she had of value that she wanted to give to him. Just to him. The one man who valued her.
But just as he would not dishonor her, she could not break what made him so wonderful. She would not take his honor. So she pulled herself up onto her knees and faced him squarely.
“Teach me.”
“What?”
“Teach me how to pleasure you. What do I do to give you… to…” Words failed her, but he understood. He took a step forward and caressed her face.
“Would you touch me?” he asked. Then he held out his handkerchief. “I’ll tell you when to back away.”
She took the fabric from his hands. She was not ignorant. And though she had never done it, this was something she understood. She dropped the handkerchief and set her attention on him.
She touched him first. Light strokes to outline the scope of him. Long strokes to measure the length of him. Deep strokes to explore the sac beneath just as he had held her breast and played along its contours.
Then she gripped him. She hadn’t expected his gasp, but she enjoyed the sound of it. She’d meant to hold it steady for the next part, but in this she learned what he liked, especially as his hands went one to the wall, the next to her shoulder to steady himself.
“Lilah,” he rasped.
She flashed him a grin, then she leaned forward and tasted him. She licked the tip and noted the salty taste. She rolled her tongue along the edge to feel the dimensions of him. Then she sucked him in because that was what she’d been told men liked.
He did.
She heard his tortured groan. She felt his buttocks tighten as he thrust against her. And then she held herself steady as he quickly built tempo in her mouth. There wasn’t time for more though she reveled in the strength of his thrusts. She gripped his organ with one hand and the thick contours of his thigh with the other.
Faster, harder, he was close now. She knew it.
She had brought him to this. She had done—
Suddenly he broke away. He ripped backward so fast, surely she hurt him as he tore from her grasp. But he didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.