glow.
He moves around the room, lighting some candles on the nightstands to light the room enough where I can make Langston out clearly, but not so much that it ruins the effect. When he’s finished, he walks back over to the bed and stands at the foot of the bed.
“You’re going to have to trust me, huntress.”
“What if I can’t?”
“Then, I’ll have to show you that you can.”
He starts on the buttons of his flannel shirt, unbuttoning them slowly.
“My sexy lumberjack,” I tease as I watch him strip at the foot of the bed.
He looks at me seriously, stone-faced. The tone shifts between us from playful to pensive.
He finishes the last button, removes his shirt and drops it on the floor. I’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times, we’ve lived together shirtless, but there’s something different about seeing him this way and knowing what’s going to come next.
I assume he’s going to stop there and then work on undressing me, but he doesn’t stop. He unbuttons his khaki pants and pushes them down his body, until he’s standing naked in front of me.
My eyes immediately memorize everything about him. Every hard line, sharp edge, and roughness about his body. Every scar, mark, and bruise. My favorite part is the V that starts at his hip bones and guides my eyes to his long, thick, and veiny cock.
As soon as I see him standing naked before me while I’m still fully clothed, all my doubts vanish. My mouth waters, my eyes dilate, and my body tingles with anticipation.
He smiles softly at my reaction, knowing that such a small action gained a tiny bit of my trust. He didn’t give me control, but he made himself vulnerable, which is a good start.
I tingle with anticipation and start unbuttoning my own shirt. He looks at me uncomfortably, holding back, but he lets me unbutton my own shirt. I need some control now in order to give up a little later, so he lets me have this moment.
The shirt falls open, and my bare breasts stare up at him. The bruise around my ribs has turned yellow and green and is barely visible beneath the glow of the fireplace, thank god.
His eyes grow, and his body tenses as he stares down at me. His hands are twitching to touch me, but he’s letting me control this moment. I don’t know how this is going to work between us—both battling to drive the sexual experience in the way we want.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my sweatpants and begin to move them down over my hips as I lay in front of Langston.
He bites his lips and fists his hands, rooting his feet into the ground to let me finish. But as I struggle to get the pants off my feet, he steps in.
He grabs my pants and yanks them off until I’m lying naked in front of him.
There’s a part of me that wants him to become the alpha male inside him that he brings out when he’s with other women. And then there’s a part of me that wants his sweetness and obedience to my orders.
“Stop thinking so much,” he whispers.
I rake my bottom lip through my teeth. “I’m trying, but I need you to promise me something first. Don’t lie to me tonight. Not with your words and definitely not with your body. If there is one thing I need most of all, it’s for us to be completely honest. If you hate fucking me, tell me.”
He frowns. “First, it’s not possible for me to hate fucking you. But I know what you mean—I won’t lie, not to you, not now.”
“I won’t lie either.”
He slowly inches himself over my body until his strong body is hovering over mine, not touching. I stare at his arms that must be aching.
“I won’t lie, but I’m not going to be sweet and let you make the decisions. Your brain is on overdrive thinking too much right now.” He takes my hand and kisses my palm. “Can you handle me taking control?”
A million sparks fly through my hand where he kisses me. “For now. I’ll let you know when I want it back.”
“You’re something else.”
“Kiss me,” I say, bossing him around.
He leans down to kiss me but misses my lips purposefully and landing on the corner of my mouth.
I moan, needing him to kiss me properly. Needing him to press his body against mine. Needing so much and not sure if I’m going to