“No,” I rasped.
I’d worn a front snap bra and was glad I had, as Jaxon made quick work of undoing it, freeing my breasts and burying his face between them.
I squirmed as he drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, then took the other one and did the same. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he said.
I smiled. I let his words wash over me. I had great boobs, I knew that, and I owned it. It was my thighs I wasn’t a particular fan of, but I hoped he’d be too distracted to pay attention to them. He kissed his way back down my belly and dipped his tongue just under my panty line, before sliding my underwear off my body.
Kneeling between my legs, Jaxon pushed my thighs apart and I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Look at me, Harmony,” he ordered.
I forced my eyes open, and the look on his face was confusing. Concern mixed with lust. “What?”
“Why are you hiding from me?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re shutting down.”
“I am not.”
He frowned. “Baby, you closed your eyes and your body stiffened.”
I bit my lip. Shit. He was right. “I’m not shutting down. Not really,” I countered.
“Then why are you tensing up?”
“I don’t know,” I lied, closing my eyes again.
I felt him leave me briefly, opening my eyes again to watch as he stretched out beside me. His jeans were still on, but he’d removed his boots. “What are you doing?”
“We’re gonna talk,” he said, settling his head in his palm.
“That wasn’t the deal.”
He smiled. “Harmony, you’re not going to enjoy this if you can’t relax.”
“I’m relaxed. So totally relaxed,” I said, reaching out to touch his chest and remembering I was still tied. I freed myself and rolled onto my side, mirroring his position, running a finger over his chest briefly, just because I had to. “I’ll do better.”
“Harmony, you’re not doing anything wrong, I just want to understand what’s in your head.”
“I’m not paying attention to what’s in my head, so you shouldn’t either,” I argued. “How about you worry about what’s in my vagina? I’d very much like your dick to pay attention to that.”
He chuckled. “You being cute isn’t going to stop this process.”
“I don’t get you,” I complained, flopping onto my back and dragging my hands down my face.
“What’s not to get?”
“I’m naked here, ready and willing, and you want to ‘talk.’ Why won’t you just be a typical guy and fuck me already?”
“Because I want you to enjoy it too.”
“I will!” I promised.
His hand cupped my breast and I realized far too late that I froze.
“Yeah, I can tell,” he said.
