I move fast.
I stand up and unzip my jeans the rest of the way.
Then I push them down, boxer briefs, too.
Mary is leaning on her elbows in her bra and unzipped pants. Her lips are parted and her pupils are blown as she stares at my body.
“See something you like?” I ask, and palm myself.
Her eyes go even wider as she nods her head.
“Now, you,” I growl and stalk over to her, grabbing her pants by the waistband with more reverence than I’ve ever shown any other human.
I freeze, my gaze is locked on the patch of auburn curls I can see through her pretty pink panties.
Holy. Fuck.
Are we really doing this?
Is the curvy little schoolteacher really gonna let me have her?
I really fucking hope so.
In fact, right now, I’m pretty certain I’d do any number of things to get her to say yes.
And that makes me pause because this isn’t some wham bam one night stand—not to me.
And I think I have to make sure she knows it.
Seventeen
Kai
Mary’s laid out in front of me like the answer to every prayer I never admitted making.
Too beautiful.
Too precious.
Too damn good for a guy like me.
And still, I can’t stop looking at her.
Can’t stop wanting her.
I can’t believe this beautiful creature is letting me touch her like I have any right.
Like I’m something worthy.
It’s enough to make me question everything I think I know about myself—about her, about life.
“You're shaking,” she whispers, snagging my attention back from the spiral I was on.
I bark out a laugh.
“Yeah, I am,” I murmur, staring at my trembling fingers still holding her pants.
“Kai Montego is nervous?”
