awakening? I felt wicked, almost forgetting the prize of information I would gain for my trouble. I was enjoying it and it didn’t feel in the least bit troublesome.
‘Everything.’
I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and stepped out of my jeans and thick socks. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed that along with the two T-shirts I had layered on for warmth. Dominic laughed at how much I was wearing but was quiet when he saw the very core of me standing in front of him in nothing but a shell-pink camisole and knickers.
‘I’d never have guessed that such a pretty thing was tucked away under all those clothes.’ It seemed that he didn’t know what to do with his hands. They clamped together, kneaded a pillow – perhaps pretending it was my flesh – pushed through his still damp hair, toyed with his own clothing briefly before reaching out and sliding down my naked thighs.
‘You never said anything about touching,’ I said. The sensible part of me had finally found a voice although it was slammed by the new, adventurous me. His large hands hadn’t only brushed against my skin. It was as if he had taken hold of a long-hidden emotion and squeezed it gently to release a deluge of need that quickly saturated every part of me.
‘I couldn’t resist.’ Dominic’s words were choked, as if he too were struggling with an inner demon that was intent on doing everything it shouldn’t. ‘Just undress. That will be fine.’
‘And you promise to tell me everything I want to know about Ethan Kinrade?’ I paused, hands on the hem of my camisole.
‘Anything you ask,’ he confirmed. I was reassured that he must know the wretched man very well indeed and so stripped my body of its remaining garments as quickly as possible. The sensible part of me screamed at me to get this over and done with.
There was suddenly a palpable stiffness in the air. The situation appeared, to both of us I think, ridiculous. My nakedness caused me to notice things I hadn’t given a thought to when I first entered the room, such as a chill in the air comparable to that outside, and the slight musty smell as if the room hadn’t been used for the entire winter. The dimness alerted me that the heavy damask drapes were closed and several pieces of furniture had been covered with sheets, forming bulky ghosts around the room’s perimeter. And while I absorbed the minute details that my raw state rendered me notice, Dominic gorged not on my nakedness but more, I think, on my neediness.
Strangely, breathlessly, he viewed me as if studying an oil painting.
‘Is this OK?’ I was asking him for approval, a compliment even, and my body responded by gathering my tan circles of nipple and tightening them into points. Perhaps it was the chill, too.
‘Very fine.’ Dominic spoke slowly and cleared his throat, his voice sounding as if he had consumed a cocktail of sand and seawater. ‘Beautiful, in fact.’ He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. ‘Turn around. Let me see you from behind.’
I was for sale. I was delivering my body for knowledge and when my back was turned, I couldn’t help the grin that cut across my face. I couldn’t wait either to find my diary so that I could write it all up in a flurry of frantic scrawl that such a thing had happened. To me!
‘I like this bit of you.’ An express train of warmth and tingling drove up my spine as I felt the broadness of Dominic’s hands settle on the small of my back, just where the flesh of my buttocks flared gently from my hips. ‘You have a dimple.’
I turned around, preparing to defend myself. I didn’t want him pulling me off balance and getting me back onto the bed. The deal was a look, nothing more. But as I faced him again, his hands remained in the same position and were now gently resting either side of my pubic mound. I should have moved but I didn’t, and neither did he, making him appear to be warming his hands by a fire. And indeed he was. My fire.
‘So where is
‘Everything.’
I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and stepped out of my jeans and thick socks. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed that along with the two T-shirts I had layered on for warmth. Dominic laughed at how much I was wearing but was quiet when he saw the very core of me standing in front of him in nothing but a shell-pink camisole and knickers.
‘I’d never have guessed that such a pretty thing was tucked away under all those clothes.’ It seemed that he didn’t know what to do with his hands. They clamped together, kneaded a pillow – perhaps pretending it was my flesh – pushed through his still damp hair, toyed with his own clothing briefly before reaching out and sliding down my naked thighs.
‘You never said anything about touching,’ I said. The sensible part of me had finally found a voice although it was slammed by the new, adventurous me. His large hands hadn’t only brushed against my skin. It was as if he had taken hold of a long-hidden emotion and squeezed it gently to release a deluge of need that quickly saturated every part of me.
‘I couldn’t resist.’ Dominic’s words were choked, as if he too were struggling with an inner demon that was intent on doing everything it shouldn’t. ‘Just undress. That will be fine.’
‘And you promise to tell me everything I want to know about Ethan Kinrade?’ I paused, hands on the hem of my camisole.
‘Anything you ask,’ he confirmed. I was reassured that he must know the wretched man very well indeed and so stripped my body of its remaining garments as quickly as possible. The sensible part of me screamed at me to get this over and done with.
There was suddenly a palpable stiffness in the air. The situation appeared, to both of us I think, ridiculous. My nakedness caused me to notice things I hadn’t given a thought to when I first entered the room, such as a chill in the air comparable to that outside, and the slight musty smell as if the room hadn’t been used for the entire winter. The dimness alerted me that the heavy damask drapes were closed and several pieces of furniture had been covered with sheets, forming bulky ghosts around the room’s perimeter. And while I absorbed the minute details that my raw state rendered me notice, Dominic gorged not on my nakedness but more, I think, on my neediness.
Strangely, breathlessly, he viewed me as if studying an oil painting.
‘Is this OK?’ I was asking him for approval, a compliment even, and my body responded by gathering my tan circles of nipple and tightening them into points. Perhaps it was the chill, too.
‘Very fine.’ Dominic spoke slowly and cleared his throat, his voice sounding as if he had consumed a cocktail of sand and seawater. ‘Beautiful, in fact.’ He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. ‘Turn around. Let me see you from behind.’
I was for sale. I was delivering my body for knowledge and when my back was turned, I couldn’t help the grin that cut across my face. I couldn’t wait either to find my diary so that I could write it all up in a flurry of frantic scrawl that such a thing had happened. To me!
‘I like this bit of you.’ An express train of warmth and tingling drove up my spine as I felt the broadness of Dominic’s hands settle on the small of my back, just where the flesh of my buttocks flared gently from my hips. ‘You have a dimple.’
I turned around, preparing to defend myself. I didn’t want him pulling me off balance and getting me back onto the bed. The deal was a look, nothing more. But as I faced him again, his hands remained in the same position and were now gently resting either side of my pubic mound. I should have moved but I didn’t, and neither did he, making him appear to be warming his hands by a fire. And indeed he was. My fire.
‘So where is
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