I don’t know what exactly I’m ready for, but I know I’m ready for something with him. Only I don’t know how to bring it up.
How do I say,hey, I kinda want to see you naked, but I don’t know if I’m ready for full-on, shake-the-bed sex? Even giving ablow job sounds kinda out of my depth. I wouldn’t know what to do, and what if I do it wrong and Hunter doesn’t enjoy it?
“Hey,” he says softly, tipping my chin up to look at him. “I can hear your brain going a million miles an hour. There’s no expectation here. We can do whatever you want. If you want to sleep, we can do that. Or if you want to do something more, I’m up for that too. I’ll follow your lead.”
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, an action he’s done a few times now, and I’ve loved it every single time. I keep my eyes locked on his, and I swallow hard before jumping into the deep end.
I can do this. Iwantthis.
I part my lips and suck the tip of his thumb into my mouth. His eyes flash with an emotion I’m not sure I can pinpoint, but it only encourages me to continue.
“Fuck, El. Your lips drive me wild,” he rasps.
I smile around his thumb, then let him go with a pop. I stand and quickly shed the rest of my clothes except for my boxer briefs, leaving them in a heap on the floor, before jumping onto the bed. I settle between the pillows and pat the mattress beside me.
Hunter’s eyes trail down the length of my body, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. Every second of his obvious perusal of me is fueling the spark of confidence he’s ignited inside me.
“Hurry up and take your clothes off, Hunter.”
He flicks his eyes up to mine and smirks. “Impatient, are we?”
I lean my head back against the pillow. “Very. I have had a very busy day, and I won a hockey game. If anything, you should already be in your underwear, kissing me already and telling me what a good job I did tonight.”
His smile turns wicked, and his voice takes on a deeper, smoother tone when he says, “You did play very well tonight.”
A rush of warmth spreads through my veins, beaming under his praise. “I know. Now, if you don’t mind…” I wave my hand in his direction. “I wanna see my reward.”
With an arch of his brow, he reaches for the hem of his shirt. He pulls it over his head, revealing a dusting of dark hair over his sculpted pecs and a strong core. He’s not all bulging muscles and a rippling six-pack. He’s solid and strong. And I want to nuzzle my face into the trail of dark hair that travels from his navel and disappears into the waistband of his briefs. His long, rough fingers pop the buttons of his fly, and then he pushes the denim down his legs.
I don’t realize I’m staring until Hunter clears his throat. My gaze slowly travels up the length of his incredible body until they reach his face.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Kiss me already,” I dare.
He all but pounces onto the bed, covering me within an instant. His kiss is hard and hungry, and my fingers find their way into his hair.
“I love when you don’t hold back,” he murmurs against my mouth. “When you just say what’s on your mind, I fucking love that.”
He gently lowers his weight on top of me, and the moment I feel the length of his dick through his briefs press against mine, I moan. My hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction.
I think this is what was missing the two times I tried to have sex.
The sense of safety. The emotional connection between us. It’s not only a physical attraction, but something greater.
And it makes me more confident than I’ve ever been before.
“Will you show me how you like it?” he asks, and the gravelly tone to his voice has goose bumps erupting over my skin.
“Like what?” I ask dumbly.
“How do you like to be touched?”
I peer up at him under hooded eyes, realization dawning on me. He wants me to show him how I like to touch myself? As in, he wants to watch me touch myself?
Swallowing, I give a small nod. He rolls off me, lying on his side and propping his head up on his hand. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and tug them down. My hard cock springs free, slapping my abdomen. I toss my boxers onto the floor, then risk a glance over at Hunter. The intensity of his heated stare has me shivering.
“You’re beautiful, El. You know that?” he says, those dark eyes fixed on me.
I shake my head, feeling both vulnerable and empowered at the same time.
