Chapter 40

Harry knew he was getting too excited. The one time he and Rory had been together had been amazing, and he kept waking to thoughts of sliding into her. He jerked off to memories of how sexy she had been when they’d had sex.

Everything had changed. He had to go slow and watch for changes in her demeanor. The last thing he wanted to do was make this difficult for her. In the car, he’d seen need in her eyes. If they didn’t have cameras in the garage, he might have just gone at it, but he knew moving on her like that would have been wrong. She needed patience and time.

If she called it quits, he would stop. He had to. He wasn’t a monster, and though his body was physically primed, he wouldn’t force anything on her.

She clung to him, her fingers getting tighter as the elevator rose. He needed to slow them down, but the way Rory rubbed up against him him had him so hot he didn’t know if he could wait. If the situation was different and Rory hadn’t been taken captive, he would have her panties off seconds after they entered his condo.

Harry focused and forced himself to calm down. This was like a mission, not that he thought fucking Rory had to be played like a mission, but controlling his desire did. He needed to slow down and take his time, allowing Rory to stop their progress. He was serious about taking care of her. This wasn’t his time to take. He was giving and hoped that Rory could accept his gift.

They were in his condo, and the door was closed. She pulled the hem of her shirt up, exposing her body, making him almost forget the discipline he needed to approach this with.

She looked so good, even with the weight she’d lost. When she undid the snap on her bra and exposed her breasts, he almost lost it. She was perfect. No question, he could easily see himself worshiping her body, but he didn’t just want to worship her body. He wanted to know her.

Before she could get her pants off, he moved to her and pulled her into a hug that ended with his lips against hers. She took the kiss deep, her tongue fucking his mouth, making him think of his cock buried deep inside her. He almost lost it, but he held onto his desire and didn’t push her up against the wall and fuck her right then.

His cock was so hard he wondered if he would even last a second inside her. Just the thought of sliding into her wet pussy made his balls pull up. He needed to breathe and chill out before he did something she would hate.

The kiss ended, and he leaned back, staring into her eyes. Her pupils were blown out, and her chest heaved as her breath came fast. She was almost frantic in her movements.

“Let’s take a shower,” Harry said.

It took a second for Rory to respond. She blinked, and he almost thought she was about to panic, but her eyes focused before she replied.

“Yeah, a shower.”

He stripped off his clothes, watching Rory for any sign this was going too fast. Her gaze turned to him after she was naked, and her eyes widened as she stared at his hard cock.

Was she frightened? Did this remind her of the bad things that she’d survived?

Rory gasped and then turned. He moved to her, touching her shoulder. She flinched. He knew this had gone too far, too fast.

“Hey, we don’t have?—”

“But I want you. I want to feel you touching me. I need…”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

She shook her head. “You won’t. I’ve had sex before, remember.”

He pulled her into the circle of his arms, his cock brushing over her bare ass. He had to force his hips not to pump forward. “Not like that. I don’t want you to regret what we’re doing. We don’t have to have sex. We don’t have to shower. We take this at your speed.”

She spun to face him. When her nipples grazed against his chest, he sucked in a breath. Her body plastered against his was so freaking hot, but he didn’t want to just fuck her. He wanted to make love to her.

She stared up at him, sadness mixing in with her desire. “I want this. I need to erase the memories of that place. And I need to be in control.”

“You can be in total control.”

“Like I can’t have you touching me. I need to be the one to direct everything.”

He leaned his forehead against hers. He’d never given up control to a woman, not like she was asking for. Sure, he’d played some games and let women ride him, but he’d always won control in the end. With Rory, he would have to let her have all the power.

“I offered earlier and I’m serious about it. I can be tied down.”

Rory leaned back and met his gaze. Her eyes narrowed like she was searching for the truth in his words. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yes. I will do anything for you. I trust you with my everything.”

Being a SEAL meant having control, but with Rory, he had to let it all go. She had to be the one who started and stopped sex. He could see it in her eyes and feel it when she touched him. It may not be this way forever, but if he wanted her, he had to bend to her rules. No question, he would do whatever it took.