The Ice Princess (Princes #3.5)(16)

Well, that made two of them.

"I don't know what you want," she said, sounding accusing.

"I know," he replied drily.

She looked hurt.

Oh, Christ. He rubbed his jaw, realizing absently that he needed a shave. "Do you have any wine?"

"Yes." She glided to the table and poured him a glass, bringing it to him. She offered the wineglass to him silently, holding it in both hands.

He took it, meeting her gaze. She wasn't the type of woman to apologize, even if she'd known—and admitted—what she'd done wrong. The very first captain he'd served under—a wise old seadog—had told him that happy men accepted what was real and under their nose. Chasing after impossible wishes only drove a man to melancholy and excessive drink.

Isaac sipped his wine, then walked to the table and set the glass down, feeling suddenly lighter. He looked at Coral. "Come here."

Her expression was clearly wary, but her curiosity must've won out over her reticence. She crept closer, stopping just out of arm's reach.

He sat on a chair and spread his legs, patting one knee. "Come."

Her look was almost resentful, but she came nonetheless, perching uneasily on his thigh. He wrapped an arm around her, but held her back when she tried to kiss him.

"What do you want from me?" she exclaimed irritably.

"Let me explain," he said soothingly as he drew her skirts up with his free hand. "You and I have a confusion as to terms."

She glanced down distractedly as he slid his palm under her skirts, along her bare thigh. "What?"

"Making love," he stated and traced a gentle circle against her warm skin. She was so soft, it was like petting a kitten. "To you the phrase means an exchange of money, a business transaction with only one of the parties deriving pleasure. To me making love is a mutual thing of benefit to both."

She caught his wrist, stilling the hand on her thigh. Her eyes were a little desperate. "What do you mean to do?"

"I'd like to show you my way of making love," he said gently.

She hesitated, clearly thinking it over. He let her, patiently waiting. She had to agree to the act—he'd not make her.

Finally she let his wrist go.

"Good girl," he breathed, and traced the fine line of her leg up until he touched maiden hair.

She bit her lip.

His cock jumped at the sight, but this wasn't for him tonight. He threaded his fingers through the springy hair, letting her get used to his touch. When she began to relax he moved lower, finding soft, damp flesh.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Making love to you." He bent his head to hers and touched his mouth gently against her lips, parting them as he parted the lips below. It had always amazed him, how delicate a woman was here. How sweet and soft. His wife had been ashamed of her sex, refusing to let him explore her as he'd like. He opened his eyes as he kissed Coral and wondered if she'd let him spread her naked on her bed one day. Let him look and touch and kiss.

That thought had his balls tightening, the blood pounding through his veins. He wanted to put himself inside her, to feel that lush, wet heat again. Instead he gently stroked, seeking and finding that special place.

She jerked, her eyes flying open.

He watched her. Surely she'd been touched here before? But maybe she didn't allow her lovers this intimacy. He felt a surge of possession at the idea—that she'd let no other man play with her.

Give her pleasure.

Because she was pleasured, he could see it in the pink flush rising in her cheeks, in the dazed expression in her eyes. His fingers were becoming slippery with her desire. He circled that little bud, felt it stiffen and come erect.

"Don't," she whispered suddenly, her legs clamping together so his hand couldn't move.

"Coral," he said sternly. "Let me."

She looked at him, and at the sight of her eyes he nearly let her go--they swam with tears. But if he backed down now they might never reach this place again.

He held her gaze. "Please."

She closed her eyes and her thighs eased apart.

He leaned close and kissed her temple lightly. "You're so beautiful I am awe-struck. I want to lay beside you and simply watch you sleep. I want to hold you in my arms and make you tremble."

She gasped and he smiled against her ear. "I want to touch you until you forget yourself, forget where you are, forget the world."

He could feel her fine tremors now and his fingers were drenched. She was so close! The animal part of him wanted to lay her flat, pound himself into her until he felt his own release. He grit his teeth and reined himself in, keeping his fingers gentle, trying to ignore the soft hip pressed into his erection.

"Come for me, Coral," he whispered, and circled her nub. "Come for me."

She jerked suddenly and he thrust a finger into her heat, groaning at the tightness, the slippery wet. This was his woman, the primitive whispered, and he'd bring her joy no matter what cost.

Her hands were wrapped about his wrist now, but not to stop him. He watched her eyes close, watched as her teeth worried her lip, and even if he couldn't be joined with her when she climaxed, he could take a small sip. So he kissed her—savagely and open-mouthed, thrusting another finger into the place his cock wanted to be, using her roughly now.