He shifts his mouth to my other breast while he rubs my wet nipple with his thumb, and I almost jerk off the bed at the sensations ruling my body.
I’m not in control of my hands as I grip his hair, long and soft and perfect, while I hold his head to my breast and my hips jerk against his leg. Swear his hard-on has doubled in size, and that’s making me hot and wet too.
“I want—” I gasp, but the lingering guilt and shame stop me from saying it out loud.
I want to have sex.
With Davis.
Now.
Here.
Go all the way.
Lick his tattoos. Grab his ass while he’s balls-deep inside me.
Do all of the things thatI know I can do.
ThatI should not be ashamed of.
“What do you want, Sloane?” he says softly, rubbing his beard over my bare breast while he watches me.
I feel so exposed, and it’s not because he’s eye level with my nipples.
“I want to shut my brain off and justbe.”
“Here?” He thumbs my nipple again.
“Yes.”
“Here?” He licks me low between my breasts.
“Yes.”
“Here?” He presses a line of kisses down, and down, and down, until his mouth hovers over my belly button. His body is pushing my legs wider apart, and I can’t feel his erection anymore.
My pulse beats in my vagina, the steady drum making my clit ache to be touched too.
“Lower,” I breathe out. “Just—just touch me. Please. Or I can do it. I just want—make my—make my brain be quiet.”
“Show me.”
“Show you?”
“Show me how you like to touch yourself.”
My belly dips and my toes curl.
I enjoy sex, but I’ve always done it in the dark. No peeking.
Ridiculous, right? I’m a nurse. I know naked bodies are natural.
Except there will always be that little voice in the back of my head telling me it’s shameful to enjoy myself with a man.
“That’s…hard.”
He kisses my belly button again. “Why?”
