Only a couple of moments later, I’m coming again and then once more before I finally sit back, slowly bringing myself down. I open my eyes, watching the forest where I last saw Christian.
I’ve never come so hard before, never come three times one after the other. I grunt as I throw my head back against the chair. It can only mean one thing.
I am totally and completely attracted to Christian. I’ve never felt this way about someone before but, of course, when I find someone who I‘ m attracted to, it has to be the man who is my guardian and ward. And knowing Mr. Perfect, because he’s my guardian, he won’t lay a finger
on me.
Do I really want him to? The answer comes hard and fast into my mind. Yes. Yes, I do.
As I sit there, I see Christian and Shane walking out of the forest. They have their shirts off and they’re laughing, shoving each other good- naturedly as they return to the packhouse.
My fingers twitch to touch myself again as I look over Christian’s hard body, glistening with the sweat of his workout. When my eyes finally lift to his face, I realize he’s watching me as he walks back.
I jolt, jumping up and rushing to my bathroom to wash off the evidence of my release. Holy mother Moon Goddess! Did I have the link open?
As soon as I think it, I feel his mind brush against mine like a gentle caress. Thank the goddess I didn’t have the link open! But I swear, Christian looked like he knew EXACTLY what I was doing in my
room.
I’ve just finished washing my arousal off of my legs and scrubbing my fingers to get the scent off of them when there’s a knock at the door.
When I open it, Christian is standing there. His foresty masculine scent is amplified by having just come from the forest and the sweat that is still glistening on his body. I have a nearly irresistible urge to lean over and lick a bead of sweat from his throat.
“Yes?” I squeak.
I see his nostrils flare. Please, please, please don’t let him smell what I was doing in here.
“I wanted to check on you. I saw you in the window. Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m good. I was just getting ready to head downstairs to check on dinner. How was sparring?” I ask him, stepping out of the room.
It was a mistake. In an effort to close my door and any possible hint of what I was just doing in my room, I moved close enough to feel the heat of Christian’s skin against/mine, sending a fresh wave of desire through my body.
He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my face up to his. He searches my face, looking for something.
“I don’t want you to suffer in your grief alone. You don’t need to anymore. I understand why you did before, but when you feel yourself falling apart,
I’d like for you to seek me out. I know we’re still building a relationship and trust, but I hope after last night you know I’ll be
there for you, whatever you need,” he says, making my cheeks flame with the embarrassment of the memory.
What I need at the moment isn’t him holding me while I cry. I need
him to case the ache that has already started building in me just from being this close to him. I shift, pressing my legs together tightly.
