“We’d better get my pants off, just in case.”
He smiles and the sight makes me melt. I don’t want to break apart, but I do want to see him undressed—somewhere outside of a locker room, where I’m actually allowed to admire him.
I take a step back, just enough for him to be able to undress himself. He unbuttons his shirt, unable to meet my eye.
“Hey,” I say, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. “You can’t be shy with me if we’re going to do this.”
He looks up at me with wide eyes. “I don’t know if I can be anything other than shy.”
Another reminder that this is probably a bad idea pops up like an alert, but I push it away. I can handle whatever fallout this may bring. I’m sure Ben can, too.
I take his face in my hands until he’s forced to look me in the eye.
“You don’t have anything to be shy about.”
His eyelids flutter, like he wants to look away, but he forces himself to maintain eye contact.
“Tell me what you’re most worried about. Maybe I’ll be able to reassure you.”
He squirms and I let go of his face.
“I guess I’m just worried that I’ll be too … overeager … like last time.”
“So, we’ll get your pants off first this time?—”
“It’s not just about getting my pants off.”
He bites his lip again. I wish he’d stop doing that if he wants me to be able to focus.
“I … well, everything’s going to feel so new and good, and … what if I embarrass myself by being so….” He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Loud.”
His face flushes a deeper shade.
“Ben, do you know how much of a turn on it is to know the that person you’re sleeping with is enjoying themselves?”
His gaze quickly flashes up to mine.
“Be as loud as you want. Say whatever you like. God, Ihopeyou enjoy yourself. That’ll be the biggest turn on for me—giving you pleasure.”
His breath catches in his throat, causing my pants to tighten painfully. I swallow, practicing patience.
“But if you decide you don’t want to do this, that’s fine too.”
He looks horror-stricken. “Doyoustill want to do it?”
I give him a greedy once over. All the way from his feet in tennis shoes to his messy hair. “Definitely.”
“Okay,” he says, biting his lip in that painfully seductive manner again. “Let’s do it.”
Oh, thank fuck!
He actually moves a half second before I do this time. Finishing the job he started on his shirt buttons.
I’ve seen his chest before in the locker room, but it’s extra nice seeing it in his bedroom, knowing I get to touch it and do all manner of other sexy things. He’s broad-shouldered, smooth-chested and lightly tanned. Dark nipples pebbling as my gaze roams greedily over his body. His cheeks are flushed down to his neck. A blush dappled across his pecs.
He doesn’t have a six-pack, just a solid-looking flatstomach leading into the first place I spy body hair. A dark path leads into his pants and I lick my lips involuntarily at the sight of it.
He hesitates over his zipper.
