Energy crackles through my joints with every hurried pace.
I almost drop the stupid thing twice trying to unlock the box on the wall.
Is this really happening?
Staring at the variety of sizes and packaging, I have no clue what to get.
Like a kid on a shopping spree in a candy store, I just swipe at all of them and take off in a sprint.
Slowing at the top of the stairs, I’m awestruck over her layout.
Fairy lights are strung from the ceiling following runners of ivy that look like they all stem from one oversized pot in the corner. It has an ethereal glow that highlights a loveseat, a small kitchenette, and a big bed nearly overrun with pillows.
“Take off your shirt.” Val leans against the wall, her arms folded across her stomach.
I don’t know what to do with all of these condoms, so I start stuffing them into my pockets as I grab the back of my tee with one hand.
Her throaty laugh sends hot shivers through me as she steps closer. “Here.” Holding out her palms, I pile the last of the wrappers for her to set on her nightstand.
“Now your boots.” She glances down where I’m standing on a white fluffy faux rug.
“Shit, sorry.” I’m so nervous I almost tip over twice while toeing them off.
“Sawyer,” she drawls out my syllables. “Relax.” Her fingers tickle over my ribs sending a delicious shiver through me.
But I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I just don’t want to screw up.”
Her full lips purse as she squints up at me. “Oh, I want you to.” She delicately traces the center of my abs. “Then I can punish you until you do it right.”
Every touch builds a fire in my belly.
“Take mine off.” She leads my fingers to the hem of her top.
I start to tug on it, but she stops me.
“Easy, big boy. There’s time for fucking like animals later.” Her smile is somehow tied directly to my nuts. When her cheek raises, my balls twitch. “I want you to enjoy this. You’re going to remember it forever.”
Biting my lip to keep my fevered impulses under control, I feather along her sides, lifting the light fabric up over her pale blue bra.
Once her luscious hair falls free, she presses her lacey front against me. “Undo me.”
I would, except now that she’s rubbing my nipple with her thumb, my arms don’t want to work the same.
“You’re adorable when you’re concentrating.” Her nail flicks the tiny bead sending a shock through me.
I keep fumbling, but feel more and more like an idiot. “I can’t get it. How does it even work?”
With a low giggle, she pivots in my arms and swings her burgundy locks over her shoulder. “See the little hooks?”
What the hell is this contraption?
Oh. Now I really feel dumb.
The two parts fall away and she catches the rest against herself.
“Give me your hands,” she murmurs.
My palms flatten around her smooth skin until she pulls them to cup her full breasts.
