Sliding into bed, under the covers, heat immediately pumps through me. My legs are stiff and I gasp uneven breaths.
“My tattoos are designs I like and most I designed myself.”
Holding my fingers back, the urge to run them over his skin is terrifying.
I want to explore him so badly.
Ocean takes both of my hands from under the quilt and holds them close to his lips, kissing them gently. Flames scorch the tips, but an inferno builds as he places them both on his naked torso.
I’m trembling.
With his hands on top of mine, steadying me, he guides them over his hard planes, tracing the patterns on his skin.
The air is thick.
My lungs burn but it’s thrilling.
“Let your breath out, baby.”
Euphoria filters through my veins, my fingers alive dancing over his upper arms and across his chest. My heart races, my pulse thumps in my ears.
“I’m going to steal a kiss now, Phoebe.” There’s a look of pure pleasure on his face.
Ocean could have said he was going to throw me in a bath filled with ice cold water and I wouldn’t have cared. Touching his body blew my mind.
Leaning forward, his face comes toward mine and I follow his actions, leaving my hands planted on his pecs.
Slow and steady, I taste beer. My eyes close and I move with him. His unshaven face above mine, my head nestled in between the huge pillows surrounding us. My hands come to life and roam the tops of his shoulders, down the back of them and across his strong back. Goose bumps break out.
Unsure of what the hell I am doing, instinct takes hold.
Driving me forward toward uncharted territory.
The curse that has been following me for twenty-six years is being broken by this magical man.
Pulling my lip, sucking it hard and long, my body pulls closer to Ocean’s. Our strings tightening again, drawing me into his strength. My hands have a mind of their own and search every spot on his body, above the waist, scared I may miss a millimeter. The smell of smoke and lemon centers me. It’s becoming more familiar and comforting. Logic and fear leave my mind.
A murmur leaves my mouth. “Ocean, touch me.”
Pulling back, his eyes darken and there’s a questioning look. “Are you sure?”
Feathery and light, his fingers run up the side of my neck and still at my jaw.
High on his touch and kiss, I nod.
I don’t have to ask again.
A touch resonates through the T-shirt across my hips and up over my midriff.
“Can you really touch me? Skin on skin?”
Not waiting for a second question, I pull back the sheet and start to lift the T-shirt.
“That’s my job, baby. I see you found my old Gunner’s shirt.” He lifts the material and smiles, observing my bare breasts. “It looks way better on you than me.”
Trailing light kisses on my lips, chin, and neck, I stay still, unable to move. Wildfire pounces in my stomach. Chaos consumes me. Ocean swirls his fingers across my skin lighting me up, moving to my hardened nipples, circling them with care, massaging them between his fingertips.
I moan unexpectedly, unable to control myself, eyes wide like saucers taking it all in.
The dim light from the lamp in the corner reveals Ocean studying my stomach and boobs as he draws over them, at times blowing a cool breeze across me, making me quake. His eyebrows knit together, and he shakes his head.
“You don’t like what you see, do you?” My ribs collapse, my back sinks into the bed, trying to hide myself. I knew I wouldn’t be enough for this man who has seen and been with all types no doubt. Reaching for the sheet, my arms are blocked.
“Phoebe.” Smooth and sincere, I could listen to him say my name all day. Hating my name for so long because of my family, this is new. “I’m trying to understand what I am seeing.”
Using his index finger, he traces it from my ear down over my jaw, stopping there. “Your face hides so much pain, but I see you clearly.” He continues down my neck onto my sternum. A shudder runs up my spine. “Your neck is slim and silky and has voiced so many cries and screams but no more.” Tracing the tip over my right breast, circling it and doing the same languidly on the left, my pussy throbs and my boobs ache. “So tender and succulent. Exquisite and perfect. And right beneath them a heart that has been damaged and cruelly hurt, in need of mending and fierce love.”
Thudding, my heart is ready to explode. My body alive and alert.
Roaming his finger downward over my stomach and hips, his delicate touch which I’m unsure how he’s doing it so lightly being the strong, well-built, lethal and vicious man he’s portrayed himself as, goes over my panties and runs his touch up and down my inner thigh. “Your sexy legs have run miles and held you up in hard times but now there will be no more running and you have others around you to give you strength when you need it. You’re not alone anymore, Phoebe.”
My pussy is drenched and my eyes roll back in my head.
A groan escapes and I can’t stop the next one when he elongates my nipple, tugging gently, exposing me to more of his expert touch.
I’m overwhelmed.
His words reaching deep inside my soul.
He knows me better than anyone. Perhaps even myself.
“I’m going to make you feel alive, baby, and show you how you deserve to be worshipped.”
Oh, okay, that sounds like something I need in my life.
I don’t stop Ocean.
Pressing the palms of my hands into the bed, his finger slips under my panties and moves them to the side. My teeth clench but my body’s relaxed.
“Umm…” Soft and slow, a burn radiates from my pussy. My eyes close, taking in the new sensation, my mouth relaxes and I lick my lips. Sounds of wetness filters through my ears and groans of pleasure awaken my drifting eyes.
I’m seeing clearly for the first time in my life how it is to be treated with care and respect.
Lifting my head, Ocean’s face is fully against my pussy, his head bobbing up and down, stroking my jewel with his tongue, sending cascades of electricity through me. He’s gentle and controlled, my hands find his head and my fingers stroke through his hair. I’m so turned on right now, I want to experience what he is willing to give me.
“Ocean, you feel phenomenal. My breath’s being taken away with each stroke.” Grunting below, acknowledging my statement, his hand creeps up my hips and massages my breast. My back arches under Ocean’s deliciousness and his strokes get faster, swirling his tongue around and hitting a spot that spears pleasure directly to each nerve ending. Moaning, my grip tightens on his hair, the pressure below becoming intense.
“So good, Phoebe. Intoxicating and sweet.” His cheeks are crimson, mine are no doubt fire-engine red. Resuming his place, lapping at my juices, the slow heat claiming my body is magnifying into top gear. My legs stiffen, my fingers curled in jet black hair holding on for dear life.
Ocean thrusts his tongue inside me and that’s all I can stand. I scream, but it’s of utter pleasure and elation. Lifting my torso off the bed, the power overtakes my body and a tug on my nipple releases another wave of ecstasy sending me shooting to galaxies of stars beyond planet Earth.
I fall apart.
Shatter into millions of pieces.
Laying quickly beside me, his lips surround mine, absorbing my cries of ecstasy.
I taste myself on him, but his arms hold me steady.