“I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”
“I think it’s cute,” I try to reassure her but she shakes it off by playfully rolling her eyes at me.
I take a few steps toward her and pull her in for a hug, trying to comfort her. But I quickly realize it’s the wrong move when I can practically feel her skin through the thin nightie she’s wearing and her body warms on mine instantly.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asks as she pulls her arms to her chest while I squeeze her to my body. My bare chest on her arms causes a barricade between us, but I don’t let that stop me from wrapping my arms around her.
“Of course you can,” I tell her, whispering into the top of her head.
“Why are we both so hell-bent on denying what is so easily apparent between us?” She brings her head up to look at me and I stare back down at her.
“I think I’m just trying to be respectful, more than anything. I know this is all kind of new for both of us.” The confession is true and while I am trying to be respectful, she also quite literally asked me to slow it down earlier. “And you said to go slow, remember?”
“I don’t know why I said that,” she whispers as she turns her head back down and presses closer into me before continuing. “This isn’t new. I mean, maybe it is. But it’s also familiar and comforting and different. And all of those things are good. At least to me. But I’m pretty sure we feel the same way so why are we tiptoeing around it?”
I take in her words and she’s one-hundred percent right. All of those things are valid but still, I need her to be all inbefore I make any more moves. Andfuck, do I really want to make my move.
“And how is it that you feel?” I decide to ask her, wanting an elaboration on how she thinks we both feel. Needing the clarification to make sure that I’m not just feeling everything I’m feeling by myself.
I’m reluctant to move my hands when she takes a step back, causing me to let go of her and a cold air to form between us. But I look down at her as she answers me.
“When we were talking everyday through text messages, it was like we were building a friendship. Like we were best friends just enjoying each other’s time, you know. And that was special to me . . .isspecial to me. And now, now that I am with you in person, I can’t deny the fact that my heart races quicker when I see you. That my skin lights with this fire every time you step close to me.” She swallows as she brings her eyes down to my bare chest. “And it’s really freaking hard to deny those things even more so when you’re standing in front of me with no shirt on,” she adds with a sexy smirk and I return her thought with a chuckle, stepping up to her and pinching the hem of her nightie.
“Imagine how I feel with you in that scrap of fabric.” She gasps as I eat the space between us once more, stepping closer to press the palm of my hand to her cheek, forcing her to look up at me. “And knowing what’s underneath.”
“Kyran.” My name is a heated whisper on her tongue and I can hear the desperation in her tone.
“But you’re right. I feel the exact same way you do.” I let my voice level down, making sure that she can hear just how much I want her when I move my hand to the top of her shoulder, teasing the loose spaghetti strap of her nightgown.
I can hear a little gasp leave her mouth, her lips part and her eyes watching mine as they hold an intense eye contact.
“Is this okay?” I ask as my fingers slide the strap down her shoulder slowly and gently. I let it fall down naturally after she provides me with the sweetest little hum and of ayesand then I trail my fingers over the strap and toward the lace covering the top of her gown.
“What about this?” She looks down with her eyes closed now, likely feeling the way her skin pebbles in the wake of my touch. She lets out a softyes,so I allow my fingers to drift over her breasts, lightly pressing into her skin as I explore the soft curves of her body.
I can see her shift, and I know she fucking feels exactly how my body feels.Needy. We’re in tune and I don’t see why anyone would want to tiptoe around the way our tensions ignites when it feels this fucking good. My cock twitches in my sweats right as I dip my fingers under the lace of her top, but stop before pursuing further only to ask for permission.
“Can I touch you here?” I use my other hand to tilt her chin up to me, prompting her to open her eyes as I wait for her answer.
“Yes,” she whispers almost in agony and I can see the blush painting her skin like fucking art. She’s so sweet and my heart is beating out of my chest in anticipation of making her feel the way I know she craves and quite frankly, what she deserves.
I let my hand help push the rest of her top down, the strap sliding further down her arm and the fabric that’s covering her breast falls with it easily.
I look at where my hand travels down her skin and see one of breasts is now exposed. Her nipple is peaked to perfection, her skin pebbled with the evidence of how turned on she is, and her little breaths can be heard panting quietly through her parted lips.
I let my fingers skate gently over her skin. I make a small circle with my index finger over the curve of her breast before letting it trail down the point of her nipple and tracing it softly.
“Oh,” she moans and I feel the way her husky sigh travels down to my cock.
She finally reaches out to touch me, placing both of her hands on my waist, likely to brace herself or to have something to give her purchase and to not buckle at the knees.
I play with her nipple for a few seconds more before moving my hand down further, moving over the bunched fabric right below her breasts and over her stomach. I can see the way her eyes flutter as they move with my trail, watching me as I dip further and further until I’m hovering over the hem of her nightie. My fingers press into the skin of her thigh to lift the fabric and I slowly skate my hand underneath it.
Her chest rises and falls with anticipation and at this point, I’m rock hard watching her as she so sweetly lets me explore her body.
As I move up her thigh, she subtly spreads her legs a little wider, signaling me where she wants me. She’s still holding on to my body, her fingers digging into the skin of my waist right where my sweats hug me. I use my other hand to hold her by her neck. My fingers twist in the tendril of her hair asshe keeps her eyes focused where my other hand is slowly slipping.
But I force her face up to mine right as my fingertips reach the thin fabric of the thong she had teased me with earlier.
