simply shivered, clinging to him with everything she had. This time, there was nothing between them, and she knew how very much she needed him.
“You keep having bad dreams,” he said. “It is natural after what you have done through.”
She uttered a laugh that was at least a little more humor than sob.
“I'm sorry if I woke you up,” she said when she had gotten her breath back. “I'm…I'm so sorry, I don't know when they are going to stop…”
“They will stop when they stop,” he said with a shrug. “I know men who have gone through combat who never get the dreams at all, and I know men who have them every night. Either way, there is no shame in it. When you have undergone fear and pain, the horror of being helpless, you deserve to feel everything that comes after.”
She didn't let herself wonder what kind of man could say a thing like that and still buy a woman. Adnan didn't make sense, and the last time she had tried to make him make sense, he had left her alone in the hotel all day.
Right now, all she knew was that she needed him, and she did what came naturally. She twined her arms around his neck, and when she kissed him, there was a gentleness to it that had never been there before.
“I don't want to be alone,” she said nakedly, and in the darkness, she could feel him nod.
“You won't be, I promise,” he responded. He started to say something else, but she kissed him again. She could feel his doubt melt away and turn into certainty as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.
“Please,” she whispered, not even sure what she was asking for. “Please…”
No matter what decisions he might have come to earlier, they were shattering now. Something in the way he held her, in the tension that stretched between them like wire, told her that he couldn't resist her.
“All right,” he said finally, planting a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth. “But we're going to do this my way.”
She wondered if she should be nervous about that, but then he was kissing her again. There was a hunger to it, but also a restraint. He kissed her slowly, working his way from her mouth to her jaw to the sensitive skin of her throat. When she felt him graze her earlobe with his teeth, she shivered, clinging to him harder, and she could feel him smile in the darkness.
“Beautiful thing,” he murmured. “So lovely and perfect.”
His arms tightened around her, but it was only to hold her steady while he nibbled at her ear. As a musician, she had always thought that her ears were the most sensitive part of her. Now he was proving it true as he sent shivers of pure hot pleasure through her body simply by lapping gently at the curve of her ear.
“Oh, oh, I can't take that anymore,” she whimpered, squirming against him. Even as the shudders of pleasure shot through her, a part of her hoped he wouldn't stop, hoped that he would push her forward to the next level, whatever came next.
Instead, he only laughed, the soft dark sound making her press against him with a kind of need she barely understood.
“Here, let me show you something good…”
She sat still as he pulled her dress over her head. She hesitated a moment when she felt him reach for her underwear, but when he planted a kiss at the nape of her neck, she lost all of her resistance.
Belatedly, she realized that he had gone to bed naked again. With nothing between them but the sheet, she could tell that he was just as aroused as she was. She reached for his erection, shrouded by the sheet, and he shuddered as she stroked it. Fascinated, she wrapped her hand around him, but Adnan pulled her away.
“That's not exactly what I had in mind,” he said, and before she could ask him what he did have in mind, he had pulled her onto his lap. She squeaked in surprise, but now she found herself settled back against his body, her legs spilled to either side of his and her back to his broad chest. It reminded her briefly of what they had done
“You keep having bad dreams,” he said. “It is natural after what you have done through.”
She uttered a laugh that was at least a little more humor than sob.
“I'm sorry if I woke you up,” she said when she had gotten her breath back. “I'm…I'm so sorry, I don't know when they are going to stop…”
“They will stop when they stop,” he said with a shrug. “I know men who have gone through combat who never get the dreams at all, and I know men who have them every night. Either way, there is no shame in it. When you have undergone fear and pain, the horror of being helpless, you deserve to feel everything that comes after.”
She didn't let herself wonder what kind of man could say a thing like that and still buy a woman. Adnan didn't make sense, and the last time she had tried to make him make sense, he had left her alone in the hotel all day.
Right now, all she knew was that she needed him, and she did what came naturally. She twined her arms around his neck, and when she kissed him, there was a gentleness to it that had never been there before.
“I don't want to be alone,” she said nakedly, and in the darkness, she could feel him nod.
“You won't be, I promise,” he responded. He started to say something else, but she kissed him again. She could feel his doubt melt away and turn into certainty as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.
“Please,” she whispered, not even sure what she was asking for. “Please…”
No matter what decisions he might have come to earlier, they were shattering now. Something in the way he held her, in the tension that stretched between them like wire, told her that he couldn't resist her.
“All right,” he said finally, planting a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth. “But we're going to do this my way.”
She wondered if she should be nervous about that, but then he was kissing her again. There was a hunger to it, but also a restraint. He kissed her slowly, working his way from her mouth to her jaw to the sensitive skin of her throat. When she felt him graze her earlobe with his teeth, she shivered, clinging to him harder, and she could feel him smile in the darkness.
“Beautiful thing,” he murmured. “So lovely and perfect.”
His arms tightened around her, but it was only to hold her steady while he nibbled at her ear. As a musician, she had always thought that her ears were the most sensitive part of her. Now he was proving it true as he sent shivers of pure hot pleasure through her body simply by lapping gently at the curve of her ear.
“Oh, oh, I can't take that anymore,” she whimpered, squirming against him. Even as the shudders of pleasure shot through her, a part of her hoped he wouldn't stop, hoped that he would push her forward to the next level, whatever came next.
Instead, he only laughed, the soft dark sound making her press against him with a kind of need she barely understood.
“Here, let me show you something good…”
She sat still as he pulled her dress over her head. She hesitated a moment when she felt him reach for her underwear, but when he planted a kiss at the nape of her neck, she lost all of her resistance.
Belatedly, she realized that he had gone to bed naked again. With nothing between them but the sheet, she could tell that he was just as aroused as she was. She reached for his erection, shrouded by the sheet, and he shuddered as she stroked it. Fascinated, she wrapped her hand around him, but Adnan pulled her away.
“That's not exactly what I had in mind,” he said, and before she could ask him what he did have in mind, he had pulled her onto his lap. She squeaked in surprise, but now she found herself settled back against his body, her legs spilled to either side of his and her back to his broad chest. It reminded her briefly of what they had done
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