Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,37

and allowed my fingers to linger against his bulge.

My hand was still shaky, and I was nervous as all get-out since I had no clue what I was doing, but I was trying, dammit. Because the more I thought about it, and the longer my hand lingered near his cock, the more I wanted it.

But Stellan had stiffened beside me, and I looked down to see the tent in his pants had deflated.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked, snatching my hand back and balling it in a fist before resting it on my lap.

Stellan shook his head and sat up, resting his forearms on his thighs. “No, not at all. It’s just, the way you said you’re ‘starting to’ reminded me that I need to slow things way down.”

Damn me and my big mouth. “What if I don’t want you to go slow?”

“You say that now because this is all new and thrilling for you. But the speed is just as much for me as it is for you. I don’t want you to have regrets, but I don’t want to have them either,” he explained with a gentle smile

“What regrets would you have?”

With a shrug, he turned his head and looked straight ahead. “Doing something to hurt you. Pushing you too far when you’re not ready.”

I nodded, understanding what he meant. Deciding to change the subject to something that was neutral and safe, I said, “I also like extra cheese.”

His shoulders sagged, and when he looked at me, I could see the relief on his face. I couldn’t help but wonder if someone had burned him in the past over a similar situation, but I didn’t want to pry.

“Want to do a meat-lovers with extra cheese?” Stellan suggested.

“That sounds perfect.”

Stellan grabbed his phone and placed an order, asking me what side I’d like with it. We agreed on cheese sticks, both of us shying away from anything too garlicky, and I couldn’t help but hope that meant there’d be more kissing later. Then while we waited for the pizza to arrive, we went through the movie selections on Netflix before deciding on something we both liked.

“Want anything to drink?” Stellan asked.

“Soda or water would be fine.”

Stellan chuckled. “I have both, which would you prefer?”

“Soda.”

I watched as he walked to the kitchen, my eyes taking in his broad shoulders, long torso, and the way his jeans molded to his perfectly sculpted ass.

“I can feel you looking at my ass,” he shot out before looking at over his shoulder with a smirk on his face. “Busted.”

I shrugged. “I wasn’t trying to hide it. I’m just someone who appreciates art when I see it.”

“Are you calling me a work of art?”

“Well, your body is definitely a canvas.”

My mouth watered at the possibility of being able to explore his ink. I could see it peeking out from the collar of his shirt and over his neck. Just how much of his body was covered? I got so lost in thought as images of me kissing and licking his tattoos filled my brain that I didn’t even notice when Stellan had returned until I felt the cold can pressed into my hand.

“How many tattoos do you have?” I asked.

Stellan shrugged and popped the tab of his drink. “I lost count.”

“What percentage of your body is covered?”

“Probably ninety, ninety-five percent.”

“What five isn’t?”

His eyebrows wiggled. “Do you want me to tell you, or would you rather find out for yourself someday?”

The doorbell rang, interrupting me as I tried to come up with a witty answer, so the moment between us was gone. Stellan dealt with the delivery driver, and soon the scent of tomato sauce, cheese, and bacon filled the air.

Aside from the sodas, I hadn’t noticed Stellan had grabbed a few plates until he handed me one, and soon we were devouring our food as we watched the movie on the screen. The next few hours were filled with groaning at the movie and eating our food. By the time the credits rolled on the screen, the boxes were empty, and we were both nearly in a food coma.

“I can’t eat another bite,” I groaned and patted my stomach.

“It was really good. I’d never ordered from that place before but always wanted to try it.”

“Ah, well thanks for making me an involuntary guinea pig.”

Stellan smirked. “Definitely not a guinea pig. Guinea pigs are cute and furry.”

I shifted on my seat and smoothed a hand down my chest as if feeling for the body hair