“Yes,” she whispers.
“You feel that?” I ask, and she nods, staring at our hands. “It’s all yours,” I say, lowering her hand. “And this—is this okay?”
“Yeah,” she says again, looking at me.
My heart continues to beat rapidly as her hand dips south down my stomach.
“Keep talking to me, baby.”
“It’s still okay,” she says, and then she touches me for the first time, and every muscle in my body tightens. Not from lust, but from how much trust it took for us to get here.
Her eyes widen, her cheeks flaming when I press her hand against my raging dick for just a moment. Then, I lift her hand from me and press a kiss to her palm.
“That’s what you do to me. What you have done to me so many times just by showing me that smile that I know is just for me. I love all your expressions, but it’s the smile that lights up your eyes and makes an indent right here that really gets me,” I say as I tap the lowest part of her cheek. “So trust me when I say that you could never disappoint me.”
“I want to…” She stops and tries again, but her words cut off, and she closes her eyes, slipping into her head again.
“You wanna read?” I ask out of the blue, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. I want her to know I’m here for her. That I don’t want to pressure her.
She shakes her head.
“You wanna watchThe Mighty Ducks?”
She shakes her head again.
I cup the back of her neck and tilt it slightly. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“Show me what it means to be yours.”
My vision blurs for a second—with more than just desire.
No one has ever asked me that.
“I’m gonna kiss you now, Erin. Is that okay?” She nods again. “Tell me I can kiss you, baby. Let me hear you. I always want to hear you.”
“You can kiss me.”
My lips are on her immediately. I taste her, pulling and sucking her lips into my mouth until she opens for me. When I slip my tongue inside and run it against hers, she moans. It’s the sweetest sound I think I’ve ever heard. Honey melts on my tongue with every swipe.
I rest both my hands on the sides of her face and rise onto my knees, tilting her face up so I can deepen the kiss.
She stays exactly where she is, her tiny hand holding onto the bottom part of my T-shirt.
I break our kiss and stare into her eyes. She’s breathless and beautiful.
Moving back to the headboard and sticking my legs out in front of me, I pat my lap. Erin watches, her gaze bouncing up to mine.
“Come here.”
“You want me to sit there?” she says, pointing.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I do.”
She lets out a breath and then shuffles forward before plopping herself onto my shins. She crosses her arms as if pretending she’s not at all nervous.
I reach out for her hips, dragging her up to where I want her to be.
Her breath catches when I slide her into place. My body recognizes her like it’s been waiting a lifetime for this moment.
