Nothing like the lacy garments women usually wear for me, but in their innocence they’re a dozen times more erotic.
She ducks her head and hides behind the mass of hair as she unhooks her bra, again folding it and placing it on top of her dress. Her breasts are small, maybe a B cup. The perfect size to fit my hand. Her pink nipples instantly tighten, responding to the cool air.
I can imagine how they’d react in my mouth. How their hard peaks would feel as I sucked them inside, softening in the warmth before I dragged the roughest part of my tongue across them to tease them back into stiff little mounds.
My legs spread wider as my mind plays out its fantasy, blood surging into my cock.
Crimson notices. Her eyes drift down and stay fixed in place, staring at me as I become even more engorged at the attention. I rub the heel of my palm across myself, tugging the fabric away as my sensitivity increases.
When she jerks down her pants and steps out of them, I clasp her hand and pull her closer. Her eyes widen with alarm as I spread my fingers and press one palm against her smooth stomach, moving the other to her lower back.
Her skin is smooth, a tiny sprinkle of freckles over her upper chest like the dusted cocoa on a tantalising dessert. Just touching her makes me feel energised. I hum under my breath and close my eyes, trying to tuck those emotions away.
This wasn’t meant to be difficult. Not for me. “Get on your knees.”
She obeys, tipping slightly to the side and I reach out to straighten her shoulders. The joints are so tiny. She can’t be over five feet tall and small boned with it.
No. I don’t need to see that. I pull her closer towards me so I can bury my face in her hair, in the curve of her neck, sheltering from her enormous eyes.
I don’t understand what’s happening. If she was one of my exes, I would have shoved up her dress, yanked down her knickers, and been halfway finished by now. What am I waiting for?
“You’ll have to tell me what to do,” she whispers, her hands moving to press flat on my chest. “I’ve never…”
“Get on the bed.” I push at her shoulder when she doesn’t respond. “Lie down in the middle.”
As she stands, so do I, walking into the bathroom and pulling a large bath towel off the stack in the corner. When I walk back into the room, Crimson is sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her knees to her chest, and staring at the floor with those big, blue eyes.
I don’t want to manhandle her into position. If she wants to screw right there, that’ll have to do. If she lies face down, I won’t have to watch her watching me. She can just hang her legs off the side…
I lean down to spread the towel out and when she reaches out to rest her palm against my chest, it kicks off a ferocious tidal wave of possessiveness. Something that explodes up the dial when she meets my eyes and says, “It’s your turn.”
CHAPTERSEVEN
MICAH
A second passes where I think I’ve misheard, then I see the light dancing in her eyes, and the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
So much blood surges into my cock I’m surprised there’s anything left to power my brain. “You want me to strip in front of you?”
She nods, rubbing her cheek with a nervous hand before swallowing and raising her eyes to meet mine again. “I want to make sure I’m getting my dad’s money’s worth.”
“Your father didn’t buy me, pet.”
“Well, I certainly didn’t earn you.”
I meet the challenge in her eyes and surge forward to manoeuvre her into place on the bed. She half-lies back on top of the towel, propped on her elbows and swinging her legs like her favourite show’s about to start.
Maybe it is.
There’s something thrilling about having her watch me. Better even than the reverse. I undo my cuff links, placing them with care on the bedside table, then unbutton my shirt, leaving it until they’re all unfastened before I strip it off.
Taking my lead from Crimson, I fold the shirt and place it on the bed near enough to her I can feel the heat of her body against my naked chest. Her eyes gobble up the sight of my muscles and I pop my biceps a little, just to give the lady what she wants.
She sits fully upright when I unbuckle my belt, sliding it out of the loops and folding it over in my hand. When I snap it, she gives a startled laugh, chewing on her plump bottom lip until it’s red.
I nudge my shoes off, then peel off my socks while balancing on one leg, then the other, buying time. Nervous about her reaction.
“Have you ever seen a man naked before?”
