Page 58 of His Reckless Freshman

“Are you sure?” His pale brown eyes study me. “You look kind of scared by that idea.”

“I guess I am. No one’s ever touched my bare breasts before. I’ve never been naked that way before.” Heat rises up my neck, and his eyebrows twitch in confusion.

He’s thinking about my horrible date and quickly realizing that my first sexual encounter was basically fully clothed and… I don’t think he likes that.

Clearing his throat, he forces a smile and stands. “Should we move to the bed? Would you be comfortable with that?”

“Yeah. I think so.” I nod, nerves scattering through me like machine-gun fire.

But he’s right. The bed will be more comfortable.

Perching on the end of the massive thing—I don’t think I’ve ever sat on a king-sized bed before—I twist my fingers together and feel like we’re almost starting all over again.

Ben drops to his knees in front of me, and I can’t help brushing my fingers down his cheek. He’s so tall. So strong. I bet if I run my hand down his arm right now, I’ll feel rock-hard biceps. I’m sure his arms are delicious. They’re covered by fabric right now, but they probably have those perfect contours. Athletes always have sexy arms.

He smiles at me. “Is it okay if I unbutton your shirt?”

I nod, my throat swelling.

Leaning forward, he kisses me again, like he instinctively knows this will help relax me. It does, and I’m soon sinking into his kisses and barely aware that he’s unbuttoned my blouse. It’s not until he starts slipping it off my shoulders that I come to.

Helping him out, I let the fabric drop behind me, then hold my breath as he skims his fingers between my breasts.

I can’t help a soft shudder. The backs of his knuckles feel magical as they trail lightly down to my belly button, then back up again.

I’m so skinny.

Is he noticing?

What does he think about that?

“Your skin is really smooth,” he murmurs, then bends low to press his lips against my exposed torso.

I close my eyes, this tingle racing through me.

When his large hands nestle on my hips, then slowly start to glide up my back, I’m pretty sure I forget how to breathe for a second.

“Is it okay if I take this off?” He trails his finger across the edge of my bra strap.

“Uh… yes,” I rasp, keeping my eyes closed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure.” At least my body is completely sure. My skin is tingling with anticipation.

With a practiced ease, he unclasps my bra, and goose bumps sweep over my skin. They bubble up as he pulls the straps off my shoulders, then die away just as quickly.

Palming my breasts, he checks my face. I can sense his gaze, so I pop my eyes open and give him a tentative smile.

He returns it with a look so genuine my heart starts to shimmer. “If you want to stop at any point, you just tell me.”

I nod, then lean back, resting my hands on the mattress so he has easier access to my chest. The pads of his fingers brush over my delicate skin, and I tip my head back for a second. The sensations running through me are all so new. When he lightly pinches my nipples, I flinch but then feel this warm buzz flashing through my body.

“Did you like that?”

“I think so.” I bite my bottom lip.

“Do you want me to do it again?”