Luminous by Corrina Lawson Page A

hard to take care of long,” she said. Her voice was thick.
    “Mm…” He kissed her again.
    She started unbuckling his belt.
    “Easy.” He caught her hands. “This is my first time in a while. I sure as hell don’t want to do it on the kitchen floor.”
    “Follow me.”
    Those were two of the sexiest words he’d ever heard. He thought they were going to the bedroom but she led him to the living room and pushed him down into the armchair.
    “How much time did you say we had?” She unbuttoned his shirt.
    His hands gripped the armrests. “Um, about two hours.”
    She spread open his shirt. “That’ll have to be enough.”

Chapter Seven
    Noir pulled off Al’s shirt then let her hands slide up his chest as she pushed his T-shirt up to his shoulders. He fumbled for a second and then pulled the T-shirt over his head.
    “You let me blindfold you. Now follow my lead.” She stroked his bare chest. Solid muscle. He had curly wisps of dark chest hair. Far less than a carpet but enough to play with.
    She couldn’t believe he wanted her to touch him. Yet his erection proved that he did.
    It’d been a while. That’s what he’d said about his sex life. That must explain this. Men were supposed to want anything with a pulse, and at least she qualified on those grounds.
    So what? They both wanted this.
    He groaned. She unbuckled his belt. She didn’t care why he was doing this. It felt good when he touched her. It made her feel normal, it made her feel desirable, it made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in years. She was a real person again. Because Al had treated her like one.
    She wasn’t going to waste this chance.
    She discarded his shoes, socks and pants. That left only his underwear. Not tighty whities as she’d guessed but blue boxer briefs. She wondered what he did for kicks. Cops, she’d found while stumbling around trying to find her way in Charlton City, were sometimes into weird shit. What did Al like?
    Well, her, apparently.
    Did he know how people refused to touch her once they saw what she was? Did he know how special he was that he didn’t mind? It wasn’t just simple lust. He had never flinched from her touch. Maybe this was more than enjoying the rare chance to touch someone. After all, Leslie had touched her and she hadn’t reacted this way.
    Maybe what was really turning her on was touching Al .
    Bodies didn’t lie. Al was definitely hard for her. He was attractive when he made half an effort. If it had been a long time, she bet it was because he was picky, not that he couldn’t get any. When he’d carried her last night, he’d been so careful not to touch her inappropriately. Overcompensating because he had wanted to touch her?
    She stroked him through the boxers. His grip on the chair tightened. He sucked in a breath, exposing some nice abs.
    She removed the boxers and put her mouth on the long, hard length of him. He buried his hands in her hair. “This is why your hair should be longer,” he whispered.
    She flicked the tip of her tongue over his penis. He smelled a little sweaty, a little musky but clean and male. His chest rose and fell in a deep sigh as she took him entirely into her mouth.
    “Doesn’t seem quite fair. I’m not doing that much for you,” he said.
    Shut up, Al, she thought. Sucking on him, touching him, had aroused her as nothing she could ever remember. Impatient, she let go of his penis and straddled him. His erection pressed against the crotch of her sweatpants. Her hands curled into fists. Her body trembled even from that small contact. Good thing she’d discarded the shirt in the kitchen. It saved time. “Touch me, Al.”
    He reached out for her, letting his fingers first trace her shoulders and then lower. His hands stopped when they found her breasts. She closed her eyes and sighed as he stroked her nipples with his thumbs. It felt so good that it was almost painful. Her back arched.
    She was reborn, alive for the first time she could remember. Al