What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [101]
Somehow, even as he wanted her to be with other guys—he’d discovered very unexpectedly that he hadn’t wanted another guy to come in her, or on her. He’d simply had the feeling that . . . it wasn’t the right thing to do. For her. Or for him, either. Double shit. What the fuck was that about?
It didn’t even make sense. Except that . . . for a guy like Brent, whose whole adult life had been spent at the Hotel Erotique, coming in a woman’s body, or even on it, was maybe the one truly intimate part of sex. He hadn’t even known he felt that way until this insane moment—but he’d felt that way with her before, hadn’t he, when he’d come on her tits in the harem room? It was leaving part of him in her, whether that meant inside her pussy or being rubbed into her skin. And hell—he just hadn’t wanted anyone else to do that with Jenna.
Worse still—damn it—his response had felt, startlingly, almost like . . . jealousy. He wasn’t sure, though, because he’d never actually experienced that before. At least not since . . . high school, maybe. It was all a vague notion in his mind.
“Doing okay, sunshine?” he finally whispered down to her. Sand covered her dress, but the way it still fell from her chest was hot—she looked so much like a woman who’d been taken that he yearned to be the one who’d done the taking.
She nodded up to him, appearing understandably tired, and maybe a little sad. “I’m only disappointed you didn’t join us.”
He held in his groan, but damn it . . . he wanted her. So fucking bad. He didn’t usually have this trouble—he was skilled enough to get a good hard-on but not fall apart if he didn’t get to come. Sometimes that was part of providing a good fantasy—sometimes not everyone got to come. You just hooked up with another facilitator later or took care of it yourself. Only, right now, his dick throbbed like crazy and it was all he could do not to shove her to her back in the sand and finally give her what she longed for.
Still, he found a way. Because he had to be strong here, do what was best for her in the long run. So he simply replied by saying, “Tell me your pirate fantasy.”
She bit her lip and lowered her lids slightly. “Having the captain ravish me.”
Aw, God. The expression on her face nearly buried him. So hungry now, his Jenna, so aggressive—in her own lovely way. His cock physically hurt—each pulsation so strong it became an ache. He wondered if she could see the pain on his face when he simply said—perhaps too quietly, too honestly, “Jenna, I can’t.”
Her face crumpled in distress and it made his heart hurt now, too. “Brent,” she pleaded. She said nothing more, just his name. But he felt it in his gut. How bad she wanted him, too. He’d let things go too damn far, and now she was hurting for it.
But this was no time to give in. He was a guide and facilitator. He did not get emotionally attached to guests. No matter how brutal the ache between his legs—or in his chest.
She turned in his loose embrace to peer up at him—and he simply closed his eyes to try to block it all out. “I’m sorry, honey. I want to, but I can’t.”
“Why?” she demanded.
“I think you know why.”
“Tell me.”
He let out a sigh. Fine, maybe it had to be said. So he’d say it, if that would start to fix it. “I’ve gotten too involved with you. You know that.” Shit, his voice still sounded way too pained.
“It’s only another week,” she argued, her tone conveying a desperation he felt in his gut. “Why not just let it play out?”
Another sigh left him. He hurt for her. He hurt for him. “It’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
God, why wouldn’t she let it drop? “You won’t leave here with what you need,” he replied a bit more forcefully.
She simply looked at him for a long moment, her green eyes soft and gentle—and unyieldingly sure. “Maybe this is one time when you’re wrong—when I know what I need. And it’s you. Inside me.”
His cock physically lurched in his pants at her words. Damn it. He didn’t know what