Moon - New Moon Part 39

She hung on his words, mesmerized by his voice. "How do you know so much about this?"

He laughed. "Reading women's magazines in the doctor's office."

"What?"

"This world is full of books and magazines with advice for women. Love advice."

He kept stroking her lightly as he talked, sliding his hand through her hair and over her cheek, then tracing the shape of her lips.

"All the men in my family are married to strong, s.e.xy women. I envied them. And I wondered if I would ever find someone of my own. Someone to equal their wives. Now I know I have. And I know that we're going to be very, very good together."

He stroked his fingers down her arms, then drew them back to her shoulders, playing with her collarbone before letting his fingers drift to the tops of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, watching her face.

She felt emotions warring inside her.

"What if it all goes wrong? What if I disappoint you?"

"You won't disappoint me. Right now, I just want to make you feel good."

His voice lulled her, calmed her, yet she couldn't quite believe what he was saying. "That's all?"

"Well... I want to touch you more intimately. If you'll let me, I can show you how much pleasure a woman can feel."

"It already feels wonderful," she whispered.

"How?"

She felt her cheeks heat. "It's hard to talk about it."

"I know. But I'd like to know if we're on the right track."

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

RINNA LICKED HER dry lips, watching Logan follow the small movement. "It feels... like a buzzing in my body."

"I'd like to show you where it leads."

She had never known she could feel words. But the way he said it was like a caress against her skin. Before she could stop herself, she added more. "And... and it feels like the skin is too tight across my b.r.e.a.s.t.s."

"Good." He angled his mouth so that he could kiss her. This time the kiss was so tender that she felt her heart melting.

"Rinna. I won't hurt you. Ever."

She still couldn't quite believe him, but her body craved more of what he offered, and she was helpless to turn away.

With tender care, he kissed the line of her jaw, the side of her neck, the small triangle of flesh at the opening of her collar.

Her heart was pounding, and her head was spinning-from the sensations he created and from the knowledge that she was taking the biggest risk of her life.

Carefully, he unb.u.t.toned the top b.u.t.ton of the s.h.i.+rt she wore, then lightly kissed the skin he exposed. His lips sent a s.h.i.+ver through her.

"Don't be afraid of me."

"I'm not," she told him, willing it to be true.

"Some men take their pleasure from a woman and don't care about giving any of that pleasure back. Or they don't know how. I've always thought that was criminal."

He opened another b.u.t.ton, then another. When she looked down, she could see the inner curve of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s where the front of the s.h.i.+rt no longer closed.

Slowly, giving her time to absorb what he was doing, stopping to talk to her and kiss her, he stroked those curves, first one side and then the other.

She closed her eyes and clenched her hands, ordering herself not to leap away.

He kept up the stroking, and she felt her nipples tighten until they became hard points of sensation.

He touched them through the s.h.i.+rt, rubbing back and forth across each crest.

"Oh!"

"You like that?"

"Yes," she breathed out.

"It feels even better skin to skin. Like when you brushed your b.r.e.a.s.t.s against me. Can I show you?"

She hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. He slipped his hand under the s.h.i.+rt, finding one tight point, rubbing it, then taking it between his thumb and finger and squeezing gently.

When he pushed the fabric aside and circled the other aching bud with his tongue, she began to tremble.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes. I didn't know anything could feel that good."

"There's a lot more. We're just getting started." He kissed her lightly, then drew back. "But it only works if you feel comfortable with me. Will it scare you if I take off my s.h.i.+rt?"

"I..." She honestly didn't know.

Reaching for the hem of his T-s.h.i.+rt, he pulled it off. The top part of him was naked. When she caught her breath, he took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the hollow of her palm, then nibbling at her knuckles.

She turned her hand, stroking his lips with her finger.

"That's nice."

She focused on his face, because she had to keep reminding herself that this was Logan-and he had said he would take care of her. And this wasn't so different from the night before when she had rolled up her s.h.i.+rt.

Still, her heart was hammering inside her chest as he pushed her s.h.i.+rt aside, then gathered her to him, moving her body so that he slid her nipples against the roughened hair of his chest.

Like last night, she reminded herself, only now he was the one doing it.