Aero laughed and headed into the kitchen, then walked back toward me, taking my hand and leading me to his bedroom.
“I’m gonna go slow, Letti. You set the pace, though. Need you to be communicative.”
I nodded, settling my palms to his chest. “What if I’m, like, in the throes of an orgasm. How much do you need me to say?”
He kissed my nose. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Cool. Can we get naked now?”
“Yeah, beautiful, we can get naked now.”
I started to strip, and Aero laughed.
“What?” I demanded.
“You don’t want to take it slow and let me peel you out of your clothes?”
“Does it get my v-card punched any sooner?” I sassed, lifting my T-shirt over my head, not at all concerned about my state of undress in front of him. I don’t know that I’d ever be able to explain it, but I felt safe with him. Unlike any of the other guys I’d ‘flirted’ with or got close to doing more with. Aero made me feel totally comfortable.
“Jesus,” he hissed.
I immediately crossed my arms over my chest. “What’s wrong?”
He pried my arms away and smiled. “Abso-fucking-lutely nothin’.”
“Oh,” I said, and smiled. “Can I keep going?”
“Please,” he said, stepping back and crossing his arms.
“You have to as well,” I said.
“I’m liking the show,” he countered.
“Jasper,” I growled. “Shirt. Off.”
He raised an eyebrow, but reached behind him and pulled his shirt over his head. I let out a whimper and stepped toward him.
“Nope,” he said. “No touching until you’re naked.”
I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra, letting it slide slowly down my arms before dropping it to the floor.
“God damn,” he breathed out.
I smiled. I knew my boobs were good. I was a double D on a bad day, and since I was taller than the average woman, I could carry the weight a little easier.
“Your turn,” I said, my heart racing as he licked his lips and raked his eyes over my body.
He raised an eyebrow and removed one of his socks, dropping it where he stood.
“And the other,” I prompted.
He shook his head. “Your turn.”
“I’m not wearing socks,” I pointed out.
“Oh, I’m aware.” He smirked. “Pants.”
“Sock,” I retorted.
