“I want to touch you. And maybe…”
He tried to set her at ease by giving her a playful grin. “Maybe…”
“I’ve never given a blowjob.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
This woman was going to be the death of him.
And not just because he wanted her so much, it hurt.
He recalled her reaction to him climbing over her. She still hadn’t explained or shared that part of her past. Without that knowledge, proceeding felt a bit like picking his way through a minefield. Which meant that while he was typically a man of action, right now, he needed to be a man of words.
“I don’t want to do anything that might scare you, trigger you,” he said, perhaps more bluntly than he should have.
Wren sighed softly. “I shouldn’t have asked you?—”
“No. Stop,” he said hastily. “Little bird, there’s not a damn thing on earth I wouldn’t give you if I could. But I’d rather cut off my own hand than hurt you, so I think we should talk a little first.”
Panic painted her features and he quickly held his hands up in surrender. “I promised we would take this thing on your timeline and I meant that. I know you have some things you’re not ready to share with me yet, and that’s okay. I just want to be sure I don’t scare you.”
Wren nodded slowly. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I’m…” She swallowed deeply. “I’m not ready to talk yet.”
He cupped her cheek gently. “And that’s okay.”
“Grayson, me touching you won’t trigger me.”
There was a strength, a confidence in her tone that he didn’t hear nearly often enough. She spoke with so much conviction; he didn’t question her words were the truth.
“Good,” he said. “Because I want you to touch me.”
Placing his hands on her hips, he tightened his grip. “Stand up,” he commanded, as he helped her rise. She stood in front of him, her eyes glued to his fingers as he unfastened his jeans. Lifting his hips, he pulled the denim as well as his boxer briefs down, not stopping until they hit his ankles.
Her eyes were wide, but she didn’t shy away from the sight of his extremely erect cock. Grayson had been in enough locker rooms to know he was on the upper end of the “endowed” scale, but it wasn’t so large that women went running from the bedroom in fear.
He kicked off his shoes so he could get completely naked, but Wren had other ideas. He’d only managed to pull off one pants leg before she dropped to her knees in front of him, claiming the space between his outstretched thighs. That left his jeans hanging from one ankle, but he couldn’t make himself care as he took in the sight of Wren, kneeling before him.
Her bottom lip was going to be swollen if she kept gnawing on it. He pulled it free with his thumb before cupping her cheek. So far, she’d done nothing more than look, so he decided to give her a little push in the right direction.
“Wrap your hand around it,” he commanded gruffly.
Her eyes flashed to his for just a moment before drifting back down below his waist. Her hand trembled slightly when she reached out.
He wrapped his own loosely around her wrist, halting her briefly. “This stops the second you say.” He wasn’t going to assume she knew that, even though he hoped he’d made that plain over the past few weeks.
“I know,” she asserted. “I trust you.”
Grayson had assumed the best thing he’d ever hear from her would be three different little words, but hearing that she trusted him felt even more meaningful and special. Because he knew she didn’t give her trust easily.
He stroked her soft cheek with his thumb, wanting desperately to reply. Unfortunately, the only thing he could think to say was the one thing it was too early to declare.
So instead, he thought the words. I love you. Secretly hoping perhaps she could see them written in his eyes.
When Wren gave him a soft, sweet smile, he let himself imagine she had.
Then, all thoughts vanished as she wrapped her delicate hand around his cock.
“It’s softer than I thought it would be,” she murmured.
