“Spencer, I want so much more with you right now. I want to take this further…” Her voice trailed as if there was abutcoming.
“But…” And there it was. “We need to have a conversation beforehand.” Her beautiful blue eyes dipped down nervously, refusing to look into mine.
Tilting her chin up, I could sense where this conversation was headed.
“Have you been safe while working?” I wasn’t scolding her. I knew this would come up eventually, and let’s be real, there was no perfect time to have an uncomfortable conversation such as this one.
“Always. I required a condom and I’m on birth control. I test very frequently and haven’t been with anyone in that way since I met you.”
Unsure of why, but that last part shocked me. My eyebrows rose, and she responded, “What is it?”
“You really haven’t been with anyone since that night at the bar?”
That made two of us.
“No. It just … didn’t feel right.” Her voice was almost a whisper.
Even though she was a tough one to crack in the beginning, I had a feeling she felt what I had from the very start. It was just always harder for her to admit.
Our conversations flowed so effortlessly. The gap in our age didn’t matter in the slightest, and she allowed me to spoil her, but she didn’texpectit like other women would have in the past.
Avery didn’t have to elaborate for me to understand her feelings. She continued to work because shehadto, but she still set boundaries for herself while she was on the job—separating her real feelings from the ones she had to fake.
“You feel right to me, Avery.”
Her gaze connected with mine as she slid off the counter. It was almost as if when that blindfold came off, she allowed herself tofeel. Toseeme.
She slipped her hands over my shoulders, taking my dress shirt with her. The only words that were said as she undressed me were the ones we were thinking—the unspoken ones.
Her eyes did all the talking when she unfastened my belt, dropping it to the floor with a thud from the buckle. Instead of letting her eyes fall, she kept them on me through every intimate moment and touch. Even when my slacks slipped down my legs, and my briefs followed, freeing my cock—her gaze melted into mine.
“It terrifies me just how right you feel to me, Spencer.”
“Don’t be scared, allow yourself to feel.” My hand snaked around the base of her neck, searching her eyes for answers.
“You’re starting to sound like my friends.” She chuckled sarcastically.
“Yeah, well, by the way you make it sound, they are a couple of your favorite people, so I don’t mind being grouped with them.” I brought my forehead to hers.
“Show me just how right this thing is between us then and don’t make a fool of me … please,” she pleaded in a whisper.
“I can’t prove to you in this one moment alone that I won’t hurt you, you’re just going to have to trust me, Bella—just like the blindfold.”
“I trust you,” she repeated those same three words from earlier.
“Good. You belong to me, Avery. Even if it takes a lifetime to prove it to you, then that will be okay, because it will mean that we’ve made it.”
When her lips brushed against mine, the electric touch of it hit differently than any other kiss we’d shared. The intent behind it was distinct—more of a promise than just a simple kiss. A promise that what we felt for each other was real. A promise that I would handle her with care because she had been through far more in her twenty-four years than any other woman should. A promise that once we took this next step, there wouldn’t be someone else we wanted to share this kind of moment with.
Our passion for one another turned hotter with each flick of the tongue, with each pull of a lip, and the longer we stood under each other’s spell, our hands turned ravenous.
“Spencer,” she moaned, the heat of her breath tickling my jaw.
“Turn around. I want to get a good look at you.”
Avery followed as I guided her to face the mirror. Looking at her through the reflection, her eyelids fell shut, and her head tipped back as my cock grinded along her backside.
“Open your eyes, baby. Take a moment to appreciate how amazing you look.”
