Page 61 of Girl Anonymous
She reached out.
He stepped back. She didn’t know where he was, damn him. Damn him! She lifted her hands to throw off the mask.
He caught her wrists. “Trust. Remember?” He danced her backward. “The bed is behind you. Sit down.”
She hesitated.
“The sheets are clean and white and taut, and they smell as if they were dried on an outside line. Half a dozen pillows are stacked against the headboard, their cases crisp and waiting for the indents of our heads…or our knees…or we could use those pillows in any way we like.” He whispered, every word rife withinsinuation. “Would you like to know how inventive I can be…with merely a single pillow?”
She sat.
“Is the sheet cool?” He knelt and picked up one of her feet. He kissed her toes, then smoothed something across the sole, around the ankle, over the bones that had suffered such abuse from her workouts.
As he massaged, at first gently, then more deeply, she wanted to moan for the pleasure of this unique seduction.
He prompted, “The sheet? Maarja? Is it cool against your bottom?”
She struggled to divide her thoughts. “Um, yes. And against—”
“Yes,” he crooned. “Concentrate on that. You’re flushing. From your chest to your cheeks, you’re getting rosy with desire.”
“Am I?” It startled her to comprehend how her body responded to this care he lavished on her, and even more to realize he observed her so closely.
He slid one oiled hand up her leg, her hip, her belly to her breasts, and massaged her nipple with his thumb. “Your breasts are swelling, and—” he smoothed up her chest, her throat, to her lips “—your lips. Are you swelling below? Where you touch the sheet? Can you feel that?”
“Yes…” She heard the moan in her voice.
“Yes.” With his fingers, he outlined the shape of her mouth. “Can you smell the lavender in the oil?”
“Yes.”
“Lavender promotes serenity. Are you serene?”
She was sightless. She was aroused. She was amazed. Anticipation gripped her… Serene she was not. “No.”
He chuckled. “No. Nor am I.”
Was that supposed to give her a sense of affinity?
His fingers disappeared, then reappeared on her foot. Moving her with extravagant care, he lifted it and placed it flat on the bed against her bottom. Which meant, with her knee crooked,one sole flat on the sheet and one foot on the floor, she was open to his view.
For a long torturous moment, he said nothing, moved not at all.
Abruptly uncomfortable, she tried to close herself.
He caught her. “No.” His voice was husky. He cleared his throat and more clearly said, “No. You’re so beautiful. Your clit, your labia beckon me to touch, to taste, to come inside and fuck you until I’m mindless.”
“Why don’t you?” Her husky tones matched his.
“Oblivion. We’re seeking oblivion foryou.” His hands grasped her other foot and began rubbing again. “We’re not there yet.”
CHAPTER 29
A fresh wave of lavender rose toward Maarja’s head. She fought the urge to lie back, to relax against the pillows and allow Dante to pleasure her with his skillful massage, his restrained passion, and the knowledge he was, slowly but surely, chipping away at the shackles that held her bound to reality.
“Go ahead.” As before, he read her mind. “Beds are to be used. For sleep, for resting…for sex. Let me rub this foot while you recline.”
“That’s too—”
