A soft moan escapes me as Graeme’s stomach flexes under my touch.I glide my hands over his abdomen, exploring the ridges of muscle before moving higher and trailing my fingers through the hair covering his pecs.I never found hairy chests attractive until Graeme, but it only adds to his sex appeal.
“Take off your shirt,” I say.
One eyebrow quirks.“I thought you wanted me to be in charge.”
“I do, but you said I should speak up for what I want, and what Iwantis for you to start getting naked.”
A low laugh rumbles out of him as he takes a step backward.I’m tempted to sit on the bed and enjoy the show, but I want to be within touching distance as he removes his clothes.He grips the back of his shirt and tugs it over his head, revealing that gloriously firm chest of his...and causing a high-pitched giggle to erupt past my lips.
Graeme blinks, looking both perplexed and amused.I groan and cover my face with my hands.
“Not exactly the reaction a man wants when he takes off his shirt, love.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry!”I peek at him through my fingers, feeling another giggle bubble up in my throat.What iswrongwith me?It’s only been a few hours since I last saw him shirtless.I openly admired him then, and was pressed against all that bare skin when he lifted me against him.
Graeme gently pries my hands away from my face.Amusement still lights his eyes, but it’s mixed with affection now, telling me he understands even if I don’t.
“I think it just hit me that we’re really doing this,” I say.“I’ve wanted you for such a long time, and now that it’s finally happening, my brain is short-circuiting.”
Still gripping my wrists, he lifts one of my hands to brush a kiss over my knuckles.“I like that I have this effect on you.I never allowed myself to think you could want me the way I wanted you.”
“I do.All I ask is that you don’t start giggling like an idiot when I take offmyclothes.”
“All my giggling and excited feet-kicking will be internal, I promise.”
I laugh and close the distance between us so I can rest my head on his chest.His arms automatically encircle me, and he holds me close while running his hands over my back.
“I wish you had been my first,” I say quietly.
He goes very still and then kisses the top of my head.“I wish that too.We can’t change the past, but we’re here now, and we’ll make this time together count.”He eases me away so he can meet my eyes.“I meant it when I said I want you to let me love you until it’s time to say goodbye.I was almost too afraid to hope I’d get to love you in this way, but I’ll do my best to make you feel good and show you how much I care about you.”
There’s that scary, beautiful, four-letter word again.
I grip the hem of my shirt, but before I can pull it up, Graeme stills my hands.
“Let me,” he says.At my surprised look, he quirks an eyebrow.“Youdidtell me you wanted me to take charge.Figured I’d start now.”
I let out a breathy laugh as I raise my arms and he peels off the shirt, casting it aside.His gaze dips to my bare breasts.My nipples harden immediately, and instinct has me lifting my arms to cover myself.
Graeme makes a low sound in the back of his throat.“Let me see you, sweetheart.”
Heat prickles at my cheeks as I drop my arms to my sides.This time, the sound that comes from Graeme is appreciative.
“Can I touch you?”he asks.
“You can touch me anywhere.Everywhere.”
He lets out a low groan as he swoops in to kiss me briefly on the lips.“Show me how you like it?”he asks, cupping my breasts.
I cover his hands and apply pressure, gently at first, then harder until he’s squeezing.“Firm and just a bit rough,” I say, my voice shaking.Tripp never asked me what I liked, and I didn’t have the confidence to speak up and tell him.“I like having my breasts played with.My nipples too.”I loosen my grip, and his fingers move to pinch my nipples.“Mm-hmm, like that.”
He brings his lips back to mine and kisses me deeply as he guides me toward the bed.I fall onto the mattress and scoot back, getting comfortable as he removes the rest of his clothes.My entire body flushes as I take him in from head to toe.The man is perfection: strong muscles, taut skin, and a long, thick cock that stands erect and makes me swallow convulsively.
“I have to say, I’m relieved you’re not giggling now,” he says as he climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs.
My brain tells me to respond in some way, but I can’t.I’m acutely aware of the fact the only thing separating us now is the thin material of my leggings.Nerves mix with the arousal swimming in my belly, making my skin even hotter.
Graeme must notice my silence—and likely the flush spreading across my neck and face—because he presses a soft kiss to my cheek.“You all right, love?Do you want to slow down?”
