I wet my lips. “What was your most cherished fantasy about me?”
His lips quirk. Suddenly, he looks self-conscious. And boyish. And sexy as hell.
“Come on,” I say. “You can tell me. Unless it involves Olympic-level gymnastics, I’ll make it come true tonight.”
Whoa, why did I say that?I guess it seemed like a fun idea to parrot his earlier challenge. But the truth is, I am sooo not ready for what he might ask! Fingers crossed he’ll chicken out.
Darrel averts his gaze and looks down at his hands.Is that a good or a bad sign?
When he lifts his eyes to me, there’s a glint of mischief in them, like he’s taking me up on my challenge.God help me.
“You said something when I was fingering you back in the basement,” he begins.
“I said many things.”
I was hoping to sound brazen, but my suddenly guttural voice ruined the effect.
He strokes my cheek. “The thing I’m referring to is when I made you come, and you told me it was way better than when you do it yourself.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It’s been my favorite fantasy about you since then.”
I frown, unsure. “What, exactly?”
“To watch you pleasure yourself.”
I shift from one foot to the other, chewing on my lip, scared and excited in equal measures.
He cocks his head. “So, if you were serious about making it come true, then I suggest you get down to it.”
“You mean…?”
He points to the bed. “Make yourself comfortable and show me. Do it in front of me.”
I can’t. But I want to. Oh, fuck it, I’m doing it!
I point to the brightest lamp. “Can you dim it?”
“Sure, but those stay on.” He points at the wall lights that cast a warm, subtle glow on the bed.
Nodding, I take off my boots, climb on the mattress, and lean on the headboard. He sets his phone on the nightstand. Then he sits down at the foot of the bed and takes off his shoes and socks. After that, he sits up without removing any other garment.
I can’t wait to see him naked—fully naked—but paradoxically, I’m thankful he’s keeping his clothes on for now.
We stare at each other for a long moment.
“I can’t,” I finally say. “I was bluffing before. I’m not as bold as I made it sound.”
“What if I guide you at first, step-by-step?”
I knit my eyebrows, considering his proposition.
He instructs me to take off my tights and panties. I comply hesitantly, turning my side to him while my most intimate apparel is peeled down to my ankles and then kicked out of the way. Not sure if I’m more embarrassed or aroused right now.Fifty-fifty, I’d say.
With the panties and tights gone, I bring my legs back together, well knowing he won’t like this show of modesty.
He removes his jacket and settles more comfortably. “Now push the hem of your dress up.”
