Lost for You by BJ Harvey

that I can feel the desire and heat that rolls off her.
    Her eyes are full of hunger, a yearning to be with me. My resolve to restrain myself dissolves as I take her mouth again, groaning as we grind against each other. I cup her breasts, rubbing my thumbs over the hard peaks, causing her to drop her head back and whimper against me.
    “I think we should move this to the bedroom. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to have to go slow and gentle. It’s been so long, and you’re still recovering. And, more than anything else, I want to take my time with you.” My voice has gone husky; I can’t remember the last time I was this far gone.
    “Okay,” she says quietly, kissing me hard on the lips. She tries to get off my lap, but I tighten my grip, stopping her. I stand up, and walk through our apartment and into the bedroom with her legs wrapped around my waist.
    As soon as we walk through the door, her whole body goes stiff.
    “Elle?”
    “I…I…shit!” she says, burying her face in my neck.
    “Darlin’, it’s okay. I thought this might happen,” I murmur into her hair as I sit on the bed and start rubbing her back, hushing her as her whole body starts shaking.
    “Do you wanna go somewhere else?” I’m more than willing to leave the apartment and take her to the nearest hotel if it will help get rid of her anxiety.
    “I don’t know,” I hear her say, her voice muffled against my chest.
    “Tell me how I can help you, Elle. What do you need?” I ask. I’m desperate now. I want her to feel comfortable; this is her home for god’s sake.
    She lifts her head and looks at me. “I need you. Just you.”
    “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” I reassure her as I move my mouth towards hers again. She parts her lips and tenderly kisses me back. This is going to be slow and gentle. I want her to know how much I love her, and I’m going to show it to her with my body.
    I walk around to the side of the bed and lie her down in front of me, lying sideways across the mattress. I kneel down between her legs, grabbing her foot and pulling off her sneakers one by one. Kissing the instep of her foot, I graze her sole with my teeth, causing a shiver to travel up the entire length of her body. I lean forward to undo her jeans, carefully pulling them down, making sure to drag my fingers across her skin while I move them down her smooth legs. Once the jeans are off, I throw them to the floor and stand up, moving onto the bed and straddling her thighs while I lean over her. I can see her chest lifting and falling as she tries to control her breathing.
    “You okay, sweetheart?”
    “I will be.” She raises her hands to my face and rubs her thumb across my bottom lip. “I need to do more,” she says wantonly.
    I nip her thumb with my teeth, and the gratifying moan she gives me amps up my growing desire. Pushing my body against hers, I make sure she can feel exactly what she is doing to me as I lean forward and kiss her again. Entwining my tongue with hers, I place my weight on my arm and move the back of my other hand down her neck to the swell of her breast.
    “I need to touch you. I don’t want there to be anything between us when I make love to you,” I say as I sit back on my knees and slowly start to undo the buttons of her shirt, revealing her black lace bra and soft, velvety skin to me. My mouth moves down to suck her hard nipple through her bra, causing her back to arch and a loud moan to escape her mouth, the noise reverberating through me. I move to the other side, paying it the same respect with my mouth.
    She sits up and leans on her elbows, giving me a look full of longing as I run my hands under the shoulders of her shirt. I drag it down her arms, one at a time, until she chucks her shirt in the same direction as her jeans.
    I get a close up look of the scar on her right side; it is just below her last rib and runs half the length of that side. Still pink and slightly raised, but even my untrained eye