The look she gave me stripped everything I’d been using to hide behind my decision not to take her to bed. There was no more fight inme.
I stood and pulled her to standing. “Take off yourboots.”
Her lips twisted softly into a smile before she toed off her boots and stepped around them toward me. I led her to my bedroom. As equally furnished as the living room in soft grays and maroons. A bed, a dresser, a nightstand, and a lamp took up very little space in a largebedroom.
“Well, at least your consistent with your decorating.” She chuckled, but I didn’t miss the way her voiceshook.
I backed her slowly toward my bed until her knees hit. “You don’t have to benervous.”
She tossed her chin up. “I’m not nervous,” shelied.
Oh, that wouldn’t do. I wanted to set her on a slow boil for me before we even started. “Of course you’re not.” Instead of arguing further, I dropped my mouth to the pulse point on her neck and wrapped my arms around her the same moment her kneesbuckled.
“Not nervous at all,” I said, lowering us both to sitting on the edge of thebed.
I pulled down one strap of her tank top, and no bra. My cock went rigid thinking of only the thin layer of fabric between her breasts and mymouth.
“What has you so nervousthen?”
“Thetruth?”
I dropped a kiss to the sharp corner of her shoulder. “Ofcourse.”
“I’m practically a virgin. I mean my body isn’t, but mentally, I haven’t been with anyone in a very longtime.”
I worked my way across her clavicle to her other shoulder and pulled the other strap down her upper arm. Her skin glowed pale in the soft light of my bedside lamp. I dropped a kiss there to make sure we wereeven.
“Well, what if I promise to be gentle. Would that make you less nervous?” I asked, tracing the outline of a scar with mylips.
“I’d think you were lying. I read your emails, mister. I know what sordid details your mind can conjure when put to thetask.”
Woman had me there. I could be creative when I wanted to get a woman’s undivided attention. And I had this one. Luckyme.
“Laydown.”
She braced her hands flat on the bed on either side of her hips. “What?Why?”
“Are you going to ask this many questions allnight?”
She pushed an exhale out her nose, her anger starting to rise at my goading. Finally. “Can you even last allnight?”
Challenge fucking accepted. I stood up and stripped my shirt over my head. Next, I lost the jeans and stood before her in my boxer briefs sporting a hard on I’d had fordays.
She swallowed heavily, some of that bravado dwindling in the face of actual action. Instead of instructing her to do it, I reached out, unbuttoned her jeans, and slowly pushed her to lay back. Her hands grasped the covers, grabbing on like she was destined for a roller coaster she wasn’t fully committed toyet.
I pulled her jeans off and admired her black lace panties before curling my fingers around the elastic at her hips. “Can I take theseoff?”
She gave me a frantic nod, and I jerked them down her legs to join herpants.
Old emotions, new emotions, mindless arousal, all started to simmer in my chest.Focus man, make it good for her.My only goal for the night revolved around turning her into a puddle ofjelly.
I sat on the bed next to her hip, my heart beating stupid fast, while I traced the curve of her hips bones, and down her upper thighs. Slowly, the shaking she’d begun when I stripped off her panties started to subside as she got to know mytouch.
“If I do something you don’t like, just tell me, okay.” I had no doubt the Mara before wouldn’t hesitate in kneeing me in the balls, even naked, but this one, I wasn’t sosure.
I curled off the side of the bed and pulled her to the edge by the back of her knees. Taking the doctor’s approach and explaining everything seemed to be keeping her from shaking more. “I’m going to kiss younow.”
She didn’t need to repeat the aching please delivered on a groan. I licked my lips and pressed my mouth to her pussy slowly, then stared up the curves of her body while I parted her with my tongue. She tasted exactly as I imagined in all the years I’d been thinking about this exactmoment.