Angel in Scarlet (Bound and Determined #4)(80)

She squirmed against him, trying to push herself more directly against his fingers, but he refused to let her, keeping her there just at the edge, teasing, and then teasing some more.

And then she could not stay silent.

“Please.” She’d never thought to beg, but the word could not be held back.

He smiled but said nothing, his fingers continuing their gentle play.

He pushed up a little higher, stroking through her slickness.

It felt so good, so very good.

Her legs wanted to tense and collapse at the same time.

He bent a little and placed his lips about her nipple, sucking it deep. It was so sensitive, even that was almost too much for her. Her head fell back; she stared up at the ceiling, lost in sensation.

His teeth grazed her nipple. There was some pain, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

The fingers between her legs found the perfect spot and began a slow, hard rub.

The coil tightened further. She could feel it coming; she strained for it, feeling herself reaching that first great break.

He pulled away.

“No,” she whispered.

He chuckled against her breast and began the stroke again.

She was panting now, could feel the perspiration beading on her brow.

He pulled his mouth back, blew on her hot damp flesh.

One of his fingers circled her entrance, pressed in slightly and then withdrew. She wanted to sink down upon him, to…

Oh yes. Yes. His fingers were on her clit again, working, squeezing.

Now.

Now.

She needed it now.

Almost. Almost.

And then his stroke between her legs grew hard, fast…

It came on her in a moment. Pleasure as she had never known.

It filled her. Her body was nothing but sensation. Rainbows and black. Crystal and…

Who needed words when…

—

He caught her as she fell, her whole body limp and soft. He lifted her and, turning her with care, laid her lengthwise upon the bed. She was not completely gone, but her eyes were blurred, her lips parted, her breathing shallow.

Brushing the hair away from her face, he slid beside her on the bed, gazing into her eyes, waiting for that moment when she would choose to come back to him. Her eyes closed, although he could see movement beneath the thin lids. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on each one. Her body turned toward his, cuddling in.

After a minute, as her heart slowed, he eased away. Her body curved, following him—and he jerked as she brushed his cock, hard, swollen, demanding.

She focused on him then, one of her hands reaching down to cup him. He pressed into her palm but did nothing further.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

He could sense her considering, could almost tell which part of her body her mind examined.

“I am not sure. I feel as if I should apologize that you felt I was not ready.”

“That is nonsense. It was my choice. I want you to be happy. I could never find pleasure if you did not find yours as well.”

Her eyes lowered, and a deep blush crept up her already flushed cheeks. “I think we can safely say that I felt pleasure. And now—now I feel relaxed, as if I had not a worry in the world. Even when I try to think of my problems, they seem so trivial. It is like drifting in a warm sea.”

“I am glad. I will let you rest.”

“But what about you?” Her gaze ran down his body.

“Just rest.” And ignoring his own discomfort, he pulled her close and let her drift.

—

Angela opened her eyes and stared about the cabin. Bright, dappled sunshine flowed through the windows and it was impossible to tell how late it was, how much time had passed. She rolled onto her side and stared up at Colton.

She should not still be here. She should have returned to the house long ago—although how long ago she did not know. Would they be looking for her even now?

Had she made up her mind without realizing it?

Pushing up on her elbows, she considered the sleeping man beside her, even as he opened his eyes and stared up at her. He smiled in question.

She smiled back, although she was not sure that it reached her eyes.

“How do you feel?” he repeated the question he had asked before their slumber.

“Physically I think I am fine, perhaps better than fine. My body feels soft and giggly. I know that is an odd word, but I do not have a better one. I feel light and airy and ready to stand on my toes and twirl, although that would require getting out of bed, and I do not want to move.”

“I cannot say that I want you to move.” His eyes ran over her. “And yet I can tell something is bothering you.”

She closed her eyes, staring at the inside of her lids, seeing the light through them. “I was trying to pretend it is earlier than it really is, trying to pretend that I had not willingly given up my choices. I knew that I did not truly have any left when you told me of Thorton, but still I clung to the illusion that if I talked to him, I could make him see reason. Now…now it seems I must truly face ruin or marry you. Everyone will assume I snuck out late last night.”

His body grew stiff beside her. “I did not mean to do that to you. And I am not sure that you are any worse off than you were before. In truth, I think you gave up your choice that first night you showed me your breasts in the garden. You made yourself mine then, and I am not sure I would have willingly given you up after that.”