. not now. Don’t worry about her, okay?” His words are gentle, and I believe him.
“Why didn’t you tell anyone about us?” I know I should just shut my mouth, but it has been bothering me.
“I don’t know . . . I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to. Besides, what we do is our business. Not theirs,” he explains. His answer is much better than what was going through my mind.
“I guess you’re right. I thought maybe you were embarrassed or something?” I say and he laughs.
“Why would I possibly be embarrassed by you? Look at you.” His eyes darken and he moves his hand to my stomach. His fingers tug up my shirt and he draws circles on my bare skin with his digits. Goose bumps raise my skin and he smiles.
“I love the way your body responds to me,” he breathes. I know what is coming next, and I can’t wait.
chapter fifty-three
Hardin’s fingers trail farther up my shirt, causing my breath to quicken. A smile creeps onto his beautiful face as he becomes aware.
“One touch and you’re already panting,” his raspy voice whispers. He leans over, moving my feet off his lap so that he can bring his mouth to my neck. His tongue makes a flat stripe down my neck and I quiver. My fingers thread into his curls and I tug as he nips at my skin. One of his hands slides down in between my legs but I grab his wrist to stop him.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing . . . I just thought that I would do something for you this time?”
I look away, but his fingers cup my chin so I am forced to make eye contact with him. He tries to hide his smirk, but I catch him.
“And what would you like to do for me?”
“Well . . . I thought I could, you know, what you said the other day?” I don’t know why I am so shy with words when Hardin says anything and everything he is thinking, but the words “blow job” are not in my vocabulary.
“You want to suck my cock?” he asks, clearly surprised.
I am officially horrified. Yet somehow turned on. “Um . . . yeah. I mean if you want me to?” I hope as our relationship progresses I will be able to say these things to him. I would love to be comfortable enough with Hardin to be able to feel that sort of bravery, to tell him exactly what I want to do to him.
“Of course I want you to. I’ve wanted your lips around me since I first saw you.” I’m oddly flattered by his crude remark, but then he asks, “Are you sure, though? Have you ever . . . even seen a dick before?”
I’m sure he knows the answer to that; maybe he’s just trying to get me to say it?
“Of course I have. Not a real one, but pictures, and I once walked in on the neighbor watching a naughty movie,” I tell him and he stifles a laugh. “Stop laughing at me, Hardin,” I warn him.
“I’m not, baby, I’m sorry. It’s just I have never met anyone who has such little experience. It’s a good thing, though, I swear. Sometimes your innocence just throws me off a bit. But with that being said, it’s a huge turn-on that I am the only one who has ever made you come, yourself included.” He doesn’t laugh this time, which makes me feel better.
“Okay . . . so let’s get started.”
He smiles and runs his thumb along my cheek. “So sassy, I like it,” he says and stands up.
“Where are you going?” I ask him and he smiles.
“Nowhere, I am just taking my pants off.”
“I wanted to do that,” I say with a pout and he chuckles and tugs his pants back up.
“Here ya go, babe.” He puts his hands on his hips.
I smile and move forward, pulling his pants down. Should I pull down his boxers, too? Hardin takes a step back and puts his heels against his bed before sitting down. I drop to my knees in front of him and he takes a deep breath.
“Come closer, babe.”
I scoot closer and place my hands on his bent knees.
“Are you okay?” he asks carefully.
I nod and he pulls me up by my elbows.
“Let’s just kiss for a minute, okay?” he suggests and pulls me on top of him.
I have to admit I’m relieved. I still want to do this, I just