He tunneled his fingers through his hair and gripped the back of his neck. His anger and heat had ignited a dangerous prickle of excitement in my bloodstream. That he’d been so upset on my behalf was only one of the reasons I was so head over heels about this idiot. “What does that mean?”
As a hint of something I couldn’t read filled his eyes, suddenly it was Seth who was pacing the length of the room.
He tugged the tails of his shirt out of his jeans. “You aren’t telling me what I think you’re telling me.”
I pushed a wild curl out of my face. My hair was finally drying and my curls were a little intense, thanks to the rain. “I mean, I know it’s crazy, but look at it from my point of view. I’m always working, or I was always taking care of my mom. I didn’t really have much time to date.”
I couldn’t spit out the word. I knew he needed it, but I just couldn’t get it off my tongue. I blocked him from making another path across the Aubusson carpet.
“Seth.”
“No. Don’t you ‘Seth’ me.” He grabbed me by the upper arms and lifted me onto my toes. “You spit it out right now.”
“I’ve sort of never done this with a person before.”
He dropped me back onto my feet and staggered back as he jammed his fingers into his hair. He pulled until his thick near-black hair was as wild as mine. “No one has ever been inside you?”
I winced. It was kind of crazy when he put it like that. And I felt even more stupid. I folded my arms over my chest. “It’s not a big deal.”
He crossed to me and lifted me up, then crushed his mouth to mine.
Well, okay then. Guess that talk was over.
He curled my legs around his hips and walked me through the suite and kicked open the door to the bedroom. He set me on my feet at the end of the bed and lifted my dress over my head before I could say another word.
I crossed my arms over my chest again instinctively. My boobs were too big and my ass too shapely. I’d gotten my hourglass figure from someone in my family. My mother had been slight for as long as I could remember, but there were pictures.
Ones with her smiling on the shore of Crescent Cove in a bikini. We could have been twins once upon a time.
He pulled my arms away. “No one has ever touched you here?” He skimmed the back of his hand along the swells of my breasts. The bra was too flimsy to really hold me in, but it went with the dress. And like the dress, the sheer factor was very in his face at the moment. He circled his fingertip around my nipple. “No one has s
ucked on these?”
I swallowed as I swayed on my feet. “I’m not a complete nun.”
He peeled back the nude colored nylon and hissed. “Did he know to touch you like this?” He tugged my nipple with his first two fingers until the skin stretched a twinge past pleasure into pain before he let it go.
My nipple tightened even more and the quick rush of blood under the dark rose flesh made me gasp. “No.”
He reached around me and unsnapped the bra and eased it over my shoulders, then set it with my dress on the chair in the corner. He lifted each of my breasts until they filled his hands, and my nipples were trapped by his thumb and forefinger.
“No one has ever taken the time to find out just what you need?”
I tipped my head back and fought against the quick rush of tears that had come out of nowhere. “No,” I said brokenly.
“I will. I’ll make sure I know every inch of your precious body.”
He released one of my breasts and his hand slid lower. He coasted over my waist to the soft skin just above my slit. “And no one has been here?”
I shook my head. “Just me.”
His nostrils flared. “At night? In the dark?”
I swallowed. “Not often, but sometimes when the loneliness was too much.”
“Show me.”
I shook my head.