hot breathes warms my hand. “I’ll get our clothes,” he says kissing my hand once more before sitting up. With my one arm over my chest I cross my legs and chance a peak at Riley’s naked backside. We all have seen a lot of naked people, it’s just how it is for us. But this is different and I quickly look away embarrassed by my ogling of him.
Coming back to me he already has his pants on and is shamelessly letting his eyes roam my naked body. “Pervert,” I say reaching over for my clothes.
“I can’t help it, you are truly breathtaking ,” he smiles. I turn away again not letting him see how I really like it when he looks at me that way. It’s different, it’s more of a loving look then a lustful look. I have had many lustful looks, but not of love. My mind fleetingly reminds me of the look Beau gave me before he left me there. It wasn’t really love but a look of someone who cared. That one look got me through a lot of hard times growing up.
“Gemma ,” he says when I turn back around. His arms come around my waist pulling me to him as he kisses the back of my neck. It seems strange that he has kissed me so much but never on the lips. Turning in his hold his eyes scan my face and then they rest on my lips. Gracefully he lowers his face to mine and stops just as our lips lightly brush.
“Have you ever been kissed?” H e ask still so close.
“No ,” I reply quietly.
At my statement his hold becomes tighter and his eyes light up with his new discovery. “Then I will be your first and your last,” he says and presses his lips hard against my own. I let his lips take over as I gradually get the hang of moving my lips. My hands run up his back and into his hair urging him even closer to me. I’m vaguely aware of his hands until one cups my breast stroking the fabric of my bra. He breaks the kiss trailing his lips down my neck when I can’t breathe anymore. I can feel my eyes and my body heat up and change with all the excitement. My wolf is nearly impossible to control as Riley nips and sucks my neck. Backing his face away he watches me as I try to control my emotions. I notice his eyes are the same brown color with only flakes of amber, while my eyes are glowing a light blue. It makes me wonder if I’m just really that bad of a kisser and I try to hide my embarrassment. Everyone knows that shifters are very prideful people and I’m no different. I might even take it too far at times, so moments like these I tend to over react. He notices my withdrawal from him.
“Gemma what’s wrong?” He asks. “Did I hurt you?” H e says taking my face in his hands.
“No, I’m fine ,” I say trying to shrug out of his hold.
“Every time you say your fine you’re not. I can’t read your mind so just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours .” He says with a little smile.
Immediately I battle it out in my mind. Half of me just wants to tell him while the other prideful side wants him to guess what’s wrong. If I say what’s upsetting me would it make me look weak. “You can talk to me about anything Gemma, I would never judge you,” he says trying to give me encouragement.
“Well I would judge you !” I bark.
“I know you would, but I wouldn’t ,” he says and I wish I never said that. I sound like a child. He nods for me to start.
“I just feel like I was just so out of control by that kiss and I don’t know , because you weren’t.” I say looking down so that I won’t have to see his face.
“Is that it?” H e asks and he sounds surprised when I nod. “Not to make this an age thing, but I’m older then you and have a better grip on my wolf. It’s not that I don’t feel him, it just that I can control him so much better now. One day you will be in complete control and I will have to do some very interesting things to get that glow.” Leaning over he takes my face in his hands and gently strokes my cheek bones. It makes sense what he is saying so we stay quiet while