With a giggle she repeats, “England?” Her hands continue.
“Yep.”
“I’d love to go to England someday. And Paris.”
“I’ll take you.”
Her hands stop again. “You will?”
“I will.”Honeymoon.
What the ever-loving…honeymoon?
“Well, I’ll hold you to it.”
“Good.”
When the shirt gets up over my pecs, Becklyn asks me to bend down. Bending hurts, so I opt to squat. Doing that enables her to get it up over my arms and off. Lowering my arms, I glance down at my workout pants, then up at her. Arching my brow, I’m giving her a signal she’s going to have to help me with the rest. “I can’t really bend.”
“Oh.”
Hot pink. That’s the color of her cheeks right now. “Sorry.” Am I sorry? Yes. I am, because I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable. “If you want, you can close your eyes.”
“I’ve seen a penis before, Lucky.”
“You haven’t seen mine.”
“Well, they’re all the same.” She looks away from me, adding shyly, “Right?”
“If you say so.” God, I want to laugh, but like I said, she looks seriously embarrassed.
“Come on, braggy. Let’s get this over with.”
Now, I laugh. “Not exactly the words a guy likes to hear….”
That makes her snicker, which eases the tension in the room considerably.
“Turn on the water for me?”
“Sure.” Reaching into the bath/shower combo, she turns on the faucets, then uses her fingers to make sure it’s the right temperature before she flips the switch for the showerhead. When that’s done, she turns back to me, looks down at my pants, and sighs. “Here goes nothin’.”
It’s my turn to laugh.
When she touches the tie that holds my sweats up, I feel a flash of electricity run downward. Goose bumps pebble my arms and legs as she tugs on the string.
“Seriously, Becklyn. If you just want to get them down over my thighs, I can get the rest.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “This is nothing.”
She cracks me up. “Trust me. It’snotnothing.”
Muttering, “Shut up, Lucky,” she tries to loosen my pants, and holy fuck, I think this might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, because the damn tie is knotted, which is frustrating the fuck out of Becklyn. Her little growls are making my dick hard, which is going to shock the shit out of her when she finally gets my pants down.
It can’t be helped, honestly. That’s the effect she has on me.
“Got it,” she says, sounding relieved.
Once it’s undone, I feel her fingers slide just below the elastic. As she pushes downward, the trail her fingers are taking on my body make my skin feel alive. Hot. I shouldn’t look down. I shouldn’t want to watch, but I can’t help it. I need to see. When she’s got my pants down over my hips, she hesitates for a split second. Then, quickly, they’re past my rock-hard cock down to my upper thighs.
