“Okay, how long has it been since you’ve had subpar sex?”
“It wasn’t…” She shook her head. “It wasn’t subpar; it’s just not that easy for me to…climax.”
“If you’re not coming, then the sex is subpar. And I don’t think it’s hard for you to orgasm; I think that you just haven’t been with someone who took the time to get to know what your body needs.” My thumb traced over her collarbone, and my fingers grazed her neck. “Like right now, I know that you like to be touched here.” I slid my fingers along her collarbone again. “Because when I touched you here, your breath caught, and your nipples got harder.”
Her eyes dropped, looking at the evidence of my claim. Her nipples were standing in full salute behind the red fabric. While she was still looking down, I grazed my knuckles along her pebbled peaks, still covered in silky fabric.
“I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress,” she stated breathlessly in explanation.
“You look so sexy. When I sent the dresses, I hoped you’d pick this dress.”
Her eyes shot back up to mine. “You did?”
“Yes.”
A small crease appeared between her brows, but then she closed her eyes and shook her head slightly as if she were erasing the concern.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she replied.
“You can tell me or ask me anything.”
She bit her lip, then inhaled. “Do you always pick out clothes for women you want to…?” She didn’t even finish the question before her head dropped back down as she shook her head. “Never mind, it doesn’t matter.”
Lifting my hand, I cupped her jaw and tilted her head up so that her eyes met mine again. “No. I don’t. The only other female I’ve ever picked out a dress for is Bella.”
Her lips pulled in a small smile. “Oh, okay. I just… I’m not used to this. I know that you are very popular and that you date a lot of people. But, like I said, I don’t.”
I had more questions about that situation, but right now I couldn’t think of any of them. The only thing on my mind was getting her out of this dress. But first, I needed to make sure this was something she really wanted. I could feel her trembling, just like she’d been when we’d gone up to the roof.
“Nothing has to happen tonight. We can just talk,” I reiterated.
“I don’t want to talk… I mean, I do love talking to you, but that’s not why I came…” She stammered before taking a breath. “I didn’t mean—”
Leaning down, I pressed my mouth to hers, cutting off her explanation. Knowing that she did want this was all the green light I needed to do something I’d been dying to do since the first time I laid eyes on her.
For a second, she froze. I waited, not moving a muscle, until she let out a tiny sigh and lifted her hands to my shoulders. Her body melted against mine. One hand slid down her side to her hip; the other slid behind her neck, tilting her head up to give me better access.
Our mouths fused together as I pulled her bottom lip, then her top lip, between mine. It wasn’t until I felt the tip of her tongue slide against my lip that I pressed my own tongue inside her mouth. As the kiss deepened, the slow burn that had been lit for her since our first meeting ignited into fiery flames of need, consuming my entire body.
A soft whimper escaped from the back of her throat as our tongues met in a sensual dance. Her fingers dug into my shoulders; I could feel her nails through the cotton material of my shirt. With each passing second, the urgency for more intensified, but I did my best to ignore it.
I didn’t want to rush one second of this encounter. It felt new. It felt special.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Her eyes stared into mine. “Yes.”
“Turn around.”
She did as I asked, and I looked for the zipper, thinking it was on the back. I found it on the side of her hip. As I started to unzip it, I noticed that I was shaking. I couldn’t remember my hand ever shaking. Growing up in the system like I did, it was something I was always proud of. It didn’t matter what situation I was dropped into—a foster home, a group home, a different school—no one ever saw how scared I was. On the outside, I had always been able to easily project confidence.
But right now, I was trembling. I didn’t have a fucking clue what I was scared of, but I wasn’t about to let it ruin this night.
When the zipper was down, my fingers slid along the bare skin of her back up to her neck. I brushed her hair to the side, and it fell over one shoulder. My fingertips grazed her shoulders, causing the straps to fall to the sides of her arms. The silky material pooled on the floor at her feet, leaving her standing only in a black lace thong. I lifted my hand, and the back of my knuckles trailed down the length of her spine. Beneath my touch, I felt a tremor shudder through her.
My fingers spread onto her hips, and I turned her around to face me. Her hair fell to one side of her body, concealing half her chest, and leaving the other bare. I gazed down at her and lifted my hand to cup her exposed breast. Her nails dug into my arms as she held onto me. Her legs trembled beneath her. Gripping her hip, I walked forward until her back hit the wall for support.
