He exhales. “I don’t want dessert yet.” His hand slides to my waistband. “I want to be close to you.”
I put my hand over his. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything other than this. Lying with you and kissing you is wonderful and all I need.”
“But it’s not all you want…”
I press my lips together, not wanting to pressure him.
“And it’s not all I want either.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. And you know what?”
“What?”
“If it gets too much and I need things to slow down or stop, I know we will because I trust you, Addy. I know you’ll never hurt me.”
My heart swells at his words.
“And I’ll never hurt you,” he carries on. “So if you need to hit the brakes, we will.”
“Thank you.” I give him a soft kiss.
“Cake or more of this?” Fitz asks, throwing the ball firmly into my court.
“We’re having cake for dessert?”
He curses under his breath. “It was meant to be a surprise.”
“I don’t know whattypeof cake we’re having.”
“True. You could guess.”
“Or we could get naked.” I move my hand from his. “And save the cake for later.”
Chapter12
Fitz
Addy sounds so smooth and sure of himself, while I’m lying here with my heart pounding like it’s about to burst right out of my chest. I do want to get naked with him. At least, I think I do. I’m trying to relax and have some fun, as Max suggested.
I fumble to undo the button on Addy’s trousers. It’s stiff. Why does it have to be so stiff? It’s not romanticorsexy to spend two minutes trying to undo one button. Eventually, it pops open, and I try to yank his zip down. It’s not as easy as they make it look in films. It doesn’t go down in one smooth motion, and I end up having to pull up on his trousers with my other hand to create tension. By the time I get it undone, my face is hot enough to fry an egg, and I’m about ready to hide under the covers so I don’t have to face Addy. He must think I’m a complete and utter idiot by now. He probably doubts that I have any experience in the bedroom at all.
“Relax,” Addy whispers.
His voice is so soothing that I relax for about half a second until I try to pull his trousers down. But the position he’s lying in makes that impossible, so I give up and cover my face with my hands instead. I think I’m going to end up with third-degree burns on my palms because my face is so hot. I don’t get it. We’rebothnew at this, yet he’s making everything look so easy. Is undressing someone as universal as kissing? If so, shouldn’t I be finding it easier? We’ve gone from sexy kissing and touching to me making a total arse of myself in less than five minutes.
“Do you want to stop?” Addy asks.
I peer at him through my fingers. “No. I just…” I gesture to everything. “I’m fucking up.”
“You’re not.” He moves my hands away and kisses me. “You’re trying too hard. It’s not going to be perfect.”
“I feel like I’m twenty again and about to lose my virginity for the first time. Trust me, that was a train wreck of a night too.”
Addy chuckles softly. “Tonight’s not going to be a train wreck. Would it help if we took our own clothes off?”
I nod. We get off the bed and take the rest of our clothes off. Almost all our clothes. We both hesitate when we’re down to nothing but underwear. Trousers, socks, no problem, but underwear? I’ve seen alotof Addy and vice versa, but we’ve never seen each other’s cocks before. I can see the shape of his: curved, hard, and straining against the soft fabric of his underwear. I’m sure he can see the shape of mine too, because even though I’m unsure, my cock has no doubts about anything right now.
