Then he got up and set his wine aside. He reached for the button on his jeans. Heat shot through me as I watched him undo the button and unzip. When I looked at his eyes again, he was still watching my face.
He reached behind his head and gathered up his shirt, then pulled it over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then he hooked his thumbs in his jeans and eased them down over his hips. If he was wearing underwear, I couldn’t see it. Everything was on the floor and he was stepping out of his jeans.
He was naked.
And so fuckinghot.
His whole body was all sculpted and manly. His chest, his hips… everything about him was glorious and sexy. All his dark tattoos… the one down his right thigh. I saw the dark hair between his legs, neatly trimmed…
I saw his dick. It was sticking out, not fully erect, but definitely kinda hard. It was big andthick. His balls were big, too.
I looked away. My face was burning. My whole body was burning.
I could feel my pulse beating between my legs.
He picked up his wine and sat back down on the side of the tub.
I looked at him as he took a sip. He was still watching me. I couldn’t see his dick anymore; his thigh was in the way.
“Are we really having sex?” I asked him, sipping my wine. Just trying to be cool. “Or did you put sleeping pills in here or something? You know, just to shut me up about it?”
“Good idea,” he said.
I laughed a little, nervously, but he didn’t.
“If you want to, we’ll have sex,” he said. “If you don’t, we won’t.”
Okay. That was the exactly right thing for him to say.
Definitely made me relax a little more.
Though I definitely wanted to have sex.
I glanced down at his muscular body, all sculpted and strong in the glow of the candlelight. He looked all statuesque, the shadows accentuating the curves and hard planes of his physique.
He was such aman.
“I never would’ve thought you’d be shy,” I said softly.
“I’m not shy.”
“You won’t let me see your dick.”
“Where did you get that dirty mouth?”
“I don’t know. Just always had it.” I smiled a bit.
He didn’t smile. “I just undressed in front of you. If you wanted to see my dick, you had your chance.”
“That was it?” I said innocently.
“Drink your wine,” he said.
“I don’t need to be drunk, Xander.”
“You’re not getting drunk. You’re having one glass of wine.”
“I’m relaxed,” I told him again.
