Come to my room when you’re ready.
I was as ready as I would ever be.
After a quick rinse of mouthwash in the bathroom, I tiptoed across the hall. Did I knock? Go in? I stood there, unsure, worried, and second guessing everything when he opened the door. His face lit up when he saw me.
Will yanked me inside, shut the door quietly, and smiled. “I was about to come convince you to get over here.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” He ran a hand down my neck, over my body, and he stopped when he got to my hip. “Have I told you that I love your blush?”
“Uh, no.” I gulped. He stared at me with so much heat and tenderness on his face that it left me feeling exposed—and I still had clothes on.
“You have beautiful skin. I wonder…” he trailed off, dragging his fingers over my collarbone. “Are you this soft everywhere?”
I couldn’t speak as he continued to trace my neck, the slope of my cleavage. “Will,” I begged, unsure of what I wanted.
He stopped, licked his lip, and took a step back. “Okay, take off your shirt.”
“Wh-hat?”
“Off.” He sat on his bed and looked pleased as hell with himself. His bare chest rippled with the movement, and he crossed one leg over the other as he leaned back. He looked like the epitome of relaxed with his easy smile. “I want to watch you take your shirt off, Lex.”
All the saliva left my mouth, making it hard to swallow or breathe. The heated glances from my crush made me equally nervous and excited. My ribcage hurt from my overworked heart, and I hesitated as I reached for my shirt. My hands shook from want and need and nerves. Will frowned. He pushed off the bed and moved closer to me, cupping my face with his large hands.
“Hey, we talked about this. There’s no reason to be nervous. None at all.” His voice was velvety and smooth, and my toes curled into the beige carpet.
“Okay.” I nodded, taking a deep breath and fumbling to turn the lights off. He groaned and swatted my hand away.
“On.”
He glared at me, and I almost regretted coming in here. He was persistent and determined at everything he did, and if I went through with this… he’d give me one hundred percent. But could I?
It was now or never. I took a deep breath, almost on the verge of throwing up. I gripped the edge of my tank top and lifted the thin material over my head, leaving me in a lacy bra that was comfortable to sleep in.
His gaze tightened as he stared at my chest, my barely contained boobs.
“Fuck, Lex,” he groaned, swallowing hard, which made his throat work in a sexy way. “Keep going.” His voice came out raspy and low, easing my nerves. The attraction sounded legit, and he couldn’t fake lust, right?
My fingers shook with the dangerous mixture of desire, want, and nerves. It had been years since anyone had seen me naked in person. Video chats, sexting, online relationships, sure, because it was easy to manipulate what they saw through their screen, but this…Will Slate, live in the flesh, was terrifying.
“Lex, there is a difference between you wanting to do this and me making you nervous. Don’t do it if you’re uncomfortable, all right? I want that fucking clear.” He waited until I met his dangerous gaze before he nodded at me. “I want to see all of you, but only if you’re ready.”
This had to be a dream. I drank too much with Charley and was now dreaming in bed of her older brother saying things I’d only ever imagined. I slammed my eyes shut, counted to three, and opened them, expecting him to be gone. But he was there, leaning casually on the bed with a heated gaze.
“Okay.” I exhaled and unhooked the back of my bra, letting it fall to the ground. The cool air caused my nipples to bead. The too-large areolas often made me feel gross, but Will’s jaw tightened, and his breathing came out in loud pants as he studied me.
He hadn’t put a finger on me, yet I felt him everywhere. “Christ, Lex.” His voice was rough, deep, and full of heat that I felt between my thighs. He pushed up so he sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. “Come here.”
I walked over to stand inches from him, where his thighs caged me in. My extremely large breasts were right in front of his face, but he focused on my eyes instead. He looked pleased, and his eyes seemed to turn darker when he bit down on his bottom lip and eyed my chest. “You are a fucking sight.”
Gulping, I gave him a shaky laugh. I couldn’t believe I was this close to Will Slate—my tits in his face and his attention all on me. “Th-thanks.”
“You feeling okay? Comfortable?” he asked, still not touching me.
“Uh, maybe? My boobs are right in front of you. It feels…strange.” I almost panted when he looked down at them with a slack jaw. He cleared his throat before blinking away his lust.
“Strange, how?” he asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. He was so damn cute it made my brain hurt.
