"Yes you do. Tell me, Ivy."
"I think-" I pause, "I think because I had to be quiet when I was living at home whenever I was-" I look up and lift my brows, "you knowand so now I'm just always quiet."
His eyes seem to darken a bit, "when you were what?"
"You know-"
"No, I don't."
I huff at the insufferable man. "Masturbating. When I was masturbating I had to be quiet, so nobody knew what I was doing, happy?"
He grins, "You have no idea."
I roll my eyes.
"So, you're not too good at the dirty talk." He says, shifting on the bed and my stomach swoops.
"I don't know what to say."
"Don't you read?" He says with a smirk.
"Yeah but how do I know that's what men want to hear? What if I sound like an idiot."
"Do you think I sound like an idiot when I say something like," he pauses, and my curiosity rises but he doesn't say anything, moving so he's closer to me. "I'm just moving closer cause otherwise I will look like an idiot - I need to set the mood."
I don't know what he means but one seconds I'm face to face with him and the next I'm under him, the pillows fanned out beside me and his knees between my open legs.
"Is this okay?"
I nod slowly, heart thumping.
He leans over me, his hand resting against the mattress at my head, the veins and muscles the only thing I can focus on right now before he leans forward and brings his lips to my ear.
A shiver rushes through me.
He stills. Completely.
His hand stays by my neck, but the pressure of his touch never comes. His breath shifts, uneven now.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmurs.
I don't answer fast enough.
So, he pulls back.
"Wait." The word slips past my lips before I can stop it.
Of course he pulled back.
This is just a lesson. If only my body would get the memo. I take in a deep breath and force my body to calm. Force my mind to see this as the lesson it is.
He stills.
"I'm okay." I hush.
"Okay." He says just as quietly.
His hot breath brushes the shell of my ear, and then seconds later he's talking again, his voice low.
