“We’re running late for school.” She looks absolutely flustered.
And I fucking love it.
“About the panties?—”
“Heath!” She faces me with a face burning red.
Leaning over the console, I get close to her. “Yes, Rose.”
She stares at me dumbfounded.
I arch an eyebrow. “You were saying something?”
She looks down and stares at my chest. “Can we not talk about my…bras and panties?”
“So you’re saying you don’t want to know what color I prefer?”
I prefer all the colors.
Not that those things will stay long on her when I have my hands on her.
Her tongue flicks across her lips as her breathing grows heavy. “What color do you prefer?”
A slow smirk curls across my lips. “Don’t you think, I have to see a few options before I can decide on one?”
Innocent brown eyes meet mine and my pulse races.
“I don’t have a lot of options.” Her tone holds something buried deep: embarrassment.
Tilting her chin up, I say, “You have enough to make me weak for you.”
She watches me closely while her overthinking kicks in.
Cupping her face in my hands, I add, “Don’t listen to the voices in your head. Listen to me.”
She nods.
Looking into her eyes, I try to be fully honest with her. “You’re so beautiful that every time I look at you my heart starts beating fast.”
“Really?”
I nod. “I love everything about you. The color of your eyes, the shape of your lips and the contours of your face. I love how soft and wavy your hair is. I love your body and the curves that make me lose my mind. And when I saw you naked that night… I didn’t know what to do at first. All I wanted was to spend hours memorizing your skin and the way you react to my touch.”
She blushes hard. “It was a little dark.”
“I saw you. And Ilovedwhat I saw.”
“But I’m skinny?—”
“I love your bones.”
“And the size of my?—”
“They are perfect to me.”
Her lips press together, no further argument leaving her mouth.
I press my lips softly against the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then the spot right below her ear and side of her neck that always makes her melt.
