Free Edge of Passion by Tina Folsom

there. If she spread her legs, he’d see sweet honey glistening on her rosy flesh.
    At the juncture of her thighs, strong legs met, legs that could envelope a man and make him forget everything. Those toned legs could cross behind his back and tighten so she could pull him closer to her as he thrust into her. With her strength, she could force him to go deeper, take her harder, faster.
    Aiden wiped pearls of moisture from his brow, but couldn’t take the deep breath he needed. Leila would hear him otherwise. Only shallow breaths entered his lungs, and they did nothing to alleviate the heat in his body or calm down his racing heart. All he could do was admire her. She was perfect, her body that of a goddess.
    When her hands moved, he widened his stance, giving his ever growing appendage more space between his legs. It felt like a release, but he had no time to enjoy it, because Leila’s hands now spread over her breasts.
    With languid strokes, she massaged them slowly, her fingers circling her erect nipples. They seemed even harder than before. If he could swipe his warm tongue over them, he could find out exactly how hard.
    No! He shouldn’t think of this. He should leave the room now, give her the privacy she deserved and stop watching what he had no right to see. But as much as he tried to command his legs to move to the door, they remained frozen where they were. He had no control over his body. As if something or somebody was controlling him. Was it rasen that had taken over his body, or was it simply the desire he felt for her? A desire so unreasonable and yet so powerful that he didn’t know how to combat it. This wasn’t him: he wasn’t a man who sought this kind of forbidden thrill. On the contrary: he prided himself on his honor, his ethics and the emotional detachment with which he treated his charges. Why couldn’t he do the same with Leila?
    He looked back at her. Her lips parted and issued a soft sigh as if she’d waited for a while to do this. Did she touch herself like this every night? Was this what she did to release the stress of her work? And as her protector, would he be tempted to witness this night after night? Would he have to go through this torture every night, where one part of him urged him to grant her privacy and the other forced him to watch?
    When she tweaked her nipples, she moaned again, this time louder. At the same time, her legs fell open and for the first time, he saw the pink flesh that was hidden there. The little light beam from a streetlamp that drifted into the room from underneath the curtains, was sufficient to illuminate what he wanted to see, and his superior night vision did the rest.
    Aiden took an instinctive step closer, unable to tear himself away from the tantalizing sigh. The scent grew more intense as he approached, and it only heightened his hunger. Almost as if she was drugging him with her aroma.
    With rapt fascination, he watched as her hand wandered down to her stomach and reached between her legs, while her other hand continued kneading her breast.
    Her body twisted and flexed with every move of her fingers, while her moans cut through the silence in short intervals. When her second hand joined the first, she spread her legs even farther, giving him a view that nearly catapulted him over the edge. She dipped one finger inside her glistening channel while her thumb stroked the engorged bundle of flesh at the base of her curls.
    Her soft sighs and moans filling the room, he closed his eyes for a moment, shocked at the intensity of emotions that overwhelmed him. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen a woman pleasure herself, but this was the first time it aroused him to the point of pain. Keeping his control had never been this hard. But he couldn’t allow himself to act on his desire.
    Her rhythm sped up, and he could feel how her breathing turned into short bursts. “Oh, Aiden,” she murmured unexpectedly.
    Her words made his heart stop as a shock wave