“What else?”
“I liked watching you stroke yourself.I liked seeing you get off.”
Desire jolts down my spine.
This is dangerous territory, and not what I planned.
But I told her we had to talk, that I wanted her to open up to me, and that’s what we’re doing, right?
I skim her hip with my palm.Her legs are smooth and soft, and I hitch her knee over my thigh.
“Just the thought of you gets me off,” I murmur.“I’m that hot for you, Pink.”
My fingers slide up the inside of her shorts.
Damn.
She’s hot and slippery, her skin like satin fire against me.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I tell her.
Her eyes darken with desire.
I’m between her legs, pushing in just far enough to make her gasp.The sensations are too much, and she grips my shoulders to stay upright.
“That feels… incredible.”
“Good,” I whisper back.
I play with her, enjoying every second of her arousal.The heat between us is palpable, and I lean in to kiss her, but she turns her face at the last second.
I capture her chin and turn her back to me.
“This isn’t make-believe, Nova.You want me to fuck you, you’re damn well going to feel it.If you decide after that you’re not willing to take a chance on us, that’s one thing.But I’m gonna hold your eyes wide open and show you everything we are first.”
13
CLAY
My tongue pushes into her mouth as I grip her hips with both hands.
She moans softly against my lips, a sound that drives me wild.My body aches for hers as I press against her, our tongues dancing in perfect synchronization as we get lost in each other.
All I want is to be inside her.But instead of giving in to impulse here, I get off the couch and lift her, her legs wrapping around my hips as I carry her down the hall towards the bedrooms.
“First one is me,” she murmurs.
I turn where she says and tear my gaze from her long enough to look around.
The room itself is soft pink, the queen mattress covered in a white bedspread.There’s a desk covered in art supplies and a sketchpad.
I’m curious what she’s working on, but I’ve got my hands full.
I cross the room and lay her gently on the bed.Her hair spreads out on the pillow, and she looks like a goddess or a fairy or both.
I take my time undressing her, feeling her eyes on me the entire time.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.
