“Touch.”
“Keep going.”
Her voice dropped. “Touch. Sometimes voice. Not words. Just… the sound of someone. It’s aboutfeeling.And maybe forgetting.”
“How often?” I asked.
Her lips twitched like she didn’t want to say it. “A lot lately.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “Some touches are harder to forget. They stay with you.” She wouldn’t meet my eye. Not at first. I gently lifted her chin. Her eyes were hypnotising. “Is that so,” I murmured.
“You didn’t answer yet.” This time her tone dropped.
“The other month.”
She tilted her head. “What about it?”
“After you stayed. When you fell asleep in my bed.” I looked at her. “I couldn’t sleep. So I got up. Took a shower. Finishedmyself thinking about you. After that, become a pattern. Me jerking off. Thinking about you.”
She didn’t move. Her eyes widened just slightly.
“I picture all the ways that could have went. What I wanted to do. That’s what I think about.”
I reached for her shirt, tugging her closer. Gently brushing my fingers to the top button of my shirt. “Can I take this off you?”
Her breathing was sharper. Those beautiful innocent eyes staring up at me. Wrecking me.
She nodded, slowly.
“Words sweetheart, I need words.”
Because I needed to hear her tone while I read her body language.
Right now everything told me she wanted this. Regardless. I needed to hear it.
“Yes.”
I swear I forgot how to breathe. I paused for a moment, giving her a moment to change her mind. Instead, she leaned closer. I undid the buttons slower than I meant to, my hands gentler than she probably expected from a man like me.
I pushed the shirt back. Gently I kissed her shoulder, her neck. Small, reverent kisses, the kind that made her lean into me without thinking.
The shirt dropped to the ground. I had to close my eyes for a second. Oh fuck.
She wasbeautiful.
“God,” I kissed her collarbone soft, again, “you’re… breathtaking.”
The forced an uneasy smile. She was more nervous than she was letting on.
I didn’t waste my time. I pulled my clothes off, and then I scooped her up. Her legs went around my waist, her arms on my shoulders. Good. Exactly how I wanted her.
I stepped in carefully, lowering both of us until she was in my lap. She let out the softest exhale.
“Baby,” I murmured into her shoulder, kissing the line of her neck, “pleasure isn’t meant to be efficient.”
Her head tilted to side giving me more access.
