forgot.”
“Forgot what?” He didn’t know what she was apologizing for until he saw the signs of the heat.
“I was supposed to take it after breakfast. And then you came in and distracted me.”
“It’s all right. I understand this. I don’t think badly of you. Let me help you.”
She held a warning finger out to him as she struggled to her feet. “You stay the hell away from me.”
He edged nearer. “You are afraid of me.”
She didn’t trust herself to speak. She needed him now. Her body sought his. After the first day, he’d been nothing but kind to her. Never raising his voice, never grabbing or threatening her. He’d gone shopping for her; he’d done everything right. Dreams were often a jumbled mixture of all the things people experience, desire, and fear. It made sense Dayne would get jumbled in too.
She had no illusions he wanted to keep her around, and she didn’t want to sleep with him again if it was going to be just another meaningless ritual biology had set up as a physical act with no feeling. If she was going to be physical with someone, she wanted the feelings that came with it. She wanted him to care.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
He cocked his head to the side looking past her, and she wondered what had caused the confused expression to come to his face.
“You’re conflicted,” he said after a moment.
“I’m not conflicted. I just want control of my own damn body.” Her voice quivered more than she liked. She darted behind a row of hedges and passed through the gate before detouring to her room. She shut and locked the door.
Moments later, there was a quiet knock.
Her need flowed through her. It thrashed about like a live wire demanding satisfaction. The arousal was so strong it was becoming painful. A rumbling purr started in her chest, trying to soothe it away. She needed him inside her now.
“Greta, let me help you. You can’t make it until tomorrow,” he said reasonably from the other side of the door.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her nails digging into the sheets, rending long tears in them. Dayne didn’t seem conflicted at all. She was glad at least one of them wasn’t suffering from that problem.
“I don’t want to frighten you. I don’t want to open the door with magic. But I’m not sure I can stay out here and listen to you howl like that.”
She hadn’t realized she’d been making vocalizations. Sounds that could be either pleasure or pain. At this point, even she couldn’t decipher the tangled web of sensations running through her. She left the bed without conscious thought and crawled to the door. Her fingernails dug into the wood as she pressed her ear to the flat panel listening to him while he spoke soft words of reassurance. She panted as she breathed in his scent.
She ripped the clothes from her body. The room was becoming too hot. She couldn’t think. A horrible sound tore from her throat.
“I’m coming through the door if you don’t open it.”
She wanted him to. Anything so she wouldn’t have to make the choice to throw herself at him. Let him be the one on a conquest, not her.
“Greta.”
She couldn’t form a thought that would translate itself into a sentence. The only words that wanted to work their way through her brain were, “Please fuck me now.” She knew he was more than willing to oblige. All she had to do was move a few inches, and unlock the door. One tiny little turn.
Her hand reached out, and she pulled it away, biting her bottom lip.
“I’m counting down, and then I’m opening the door. Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . . seven . . . six . . . five . . . ”
She unlocked the door.
“ . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . ”
She opened the door.
Dayne’s clothes had already been stripped off. She wanted to say he’d been presumptuous, but large words like presumptuous couldn’t be processed in her near feral state. She pounced on him and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He walked them backward
“Forgot what?” He didn’t know what she was apologizing for until he saw the signs of the heat.
“I was supposed to take it after breakfast. And then you came in and distracted me.”
“It’s all right. I understand this. I don’t think badly of you. Let me help you.”
She held a warning finger out to him as she struggled to her feet. “You stay the hell away from me.”
He edged nearer. “You are afraid of me.”
She didn’t trust herself to speak. She needed him now. Her body sought his. After the first day, he’d been nothing but kind to her. Never raising his voice, never grabbing or threatening her. He’d gone shopping for her; he’d done everything right. Dreams were often a jumbled mixture of all the things people experience, desire, and fear. It made sense Dayne would get jumbled in too.
She had no illusions he wanted to keep her around, and she didn’t want to sleep with him again if it was going to be just another meaningless ritual biology had set up as a physical act with no feeling. If she was going to be physical with someone, she wanted the feelings that came with it. She wanted him to care.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
He cocked his head to the side looking past her, and she wondered what had caused the confused expression to come to his face.
“You’re conflicted,” he said after a moment.
“I’m not conflicted. I just want control of my own damn body.” Her voice quivered more than she liked. She darted behind a row of hedges and passed through the gate before detouring to her room. She shut and locked the door.
Moments later, there was a quiet knock.
Her need flowed through her. It thrashed about like a live wire demanding satisfaction. The arousal was so strong it was becoming painful. A rumbling purr started in her chest, trying to soothe it away. She needed him inside her now.
“Greta, let me help you. You can’t make it until tomorrow,” he said reasonably from the other side of the door.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her nails digging into the sheets, rending long tears in them. Dayne didn’t seem conflicted at all. She was glad at least one of them wasn’t suffering from that problem.
“I don’t want to frighten you. I don’t want to open the door with magic. But I’m not sure I can stay out here and listen to you howl like that.”
She hadn’t realized she’d been making vocalizations. Sounds that could be either pleasure or pain. At this point, even she couldn’t decipher the tangled web of sensations running through her. She left the bed without conscious thought and crawled to the door. Her fingernails dug into the wood as she pressed her ear to the flat panel listening to him while he spoke soft words of reassurance. She panted as she breathed in his scent.
She ripped the clothes from her body. The room was becoming too hot. She couldn’t think. A horrible sound tore from her throat.
“I’m coming through the door if you don’t open it.”
She wanted him to. Anything so she wouldn’t have to make the choice to throw herself at him. Let him be the one on a conquest, not her.
“Greta.”
She couldn’t form a thought that would translate itself into a sentence. The only words that wanted to work their way through her brain were, “Please fuck me now.” She knew he was more than willing to oblige. All she had to do was move a few inches, and unlock the door. One tiny little turn.
Her hand reached out, and she pulled it away, biting her bottom lip.
“I’m counting down, and then I’m opening the door. Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . . seven . . . six . . . five . . . ”
She unlocked the door.
“ . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . ”
She opened the door.
Dayne’s clothes had already been stripped off. She wanted to say he’d been presumptuous, but large words like presumptuous couldn’t be processed in her near feral state. She pounced on him and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He walked them backward
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