We Have Till Dawn - Cara Dee Page 0,7

naked forever.

Any minute now.

Deep breaths.

The sound of a key turning in the lock sent my pulse through the roof. This was it. He was here. The door opened and closed, and the lock was twisted again. Madonn’, it was difficult to lie still, knowing he was probably watching me.

At the same time, it was thrilling. I wasn’t bad to look at.

He walked closer. The sound was familiar; he wore dress shoes, not sneakers or anything like it. Dress shoes against wooden floors. Then he stopped, and a chair was pulled out. There was some fabric rustling. It was insane how heightened my senses became when I couldn’t use my eyes.

I had to remind myself to breathe calmly.

Another few steps closer brought him to the alcove, and I didn’t know what to expect, but I tensed up for a second when the bed dipped and he sat down on the edge next to me. The anticipation was going to fucking kill me. Was he a rough kind of man? Was he gentle? Cautious? Nervous? I could barely remember my own exploring of guys. Since Anthony was fifteen years older than me, he’d been out for as long as I’d been alive, and it’d been normalized in our home. I just knew one day that I was into men, and there’d been no stigma. It hadn’t felt weird to explore, no more than what most went through. Teenage nerves, but never fear. I’d been lucky.

If Gideon was using a sex worker at the age of forty-four to explore, something told me he didn’t have the easy background that I did, sexuality-wise.

He lowered his hand carefully onto my thigh, and as soon as I felt his fingers trembling, my own nerves took a hike.

If I concentrated hard, I could hear his unsteady breathing.

Instinct told me to help him, to reassure him, to guide him, but that would go against the rules, and I had no idea how he’d react. Two months was quite a while; it was probably better to be patient and win his trust.

He stroked my thigh slowly, down to my knee, then up until his fingertips teased my hip. “You’re incredibly beautiful.”

Fuck me, so was his voice. He’d spoken too quietly, but there was no mistaking a solid, warm, masculine voice.

I exhaled as he slid his hand across my abs.

I wasn’t sure anyone had ever called me beautiful. Hot, sexy, handsome, attractive, cute—never beautiful. The word felt different. It didn’t settle within me like most compliments did.

The scent of his cologne reached me when his hand shifted up to my chest, and it was as mouthwatering as the best kind of porn. It matched his voice, however that was possible.

Not giving a fuck about how shallow it made me, I hoped he didn’t tell me to lose the mask, because there was no way his appearance would live up to the sound of him and his scent.

He took his time touching me, and I had to admit it felt hella amazing. Foreplay and sensuality were lost arts. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been with someone who wasn’t impatient in bed.

He drew in a breath and cautiously dipped his hand between my legs.

I felt my jaw tick with tension, because I had to struggle to remain still. The fucker was getting to me. It was hot. And I hadn’t gotten laid in ages.

For each minute that went by, he became more at ease with touching me. I hoped he read my body and knew he was turning me on. There was no hiding the goose bumps or the shivers. Or the fact that my cock was getting harder.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get more difficult to keep still and quiet, two sounds proved me wrong. Gideon was unbuckling his belt using only one hand, and that was followed by a zipper being pulled down.

Did he not want me to please him? He was the one paying me. I could be on my knees with his cock down my throat right now.

He withdrew his hand and rose from the bed. The rustling of fabric was enough to let me know he was shedding his clothes, and I wondered if he was gonna speak again anytime soon. Did he even have a plan? If I wasn’t mistaken, autistic people liked planning ahead.

I had to calm the fuck down and just go with the flow. It wasn’t usually a problem for me.

Gideon joined me in bed again, and this time,