Instead of turning and running, I pull my shirt up over my head and throw it to the floor too. Just the way he did. I’m suddenly cold. Shy. What am I doing? I wrap my arms around my stomach in a hug.
His eyes drop immediately to my neon-pink bra. It’s so bright it could hurt the eye but I wasn’t planning on anyone else seeing it.
“Take your arms away, Ella; let me look at you.” He speaks in a low, deep voice that makes me want to burst out in giggles. It’s like he is actually touching me. How does he do it?
I take my arms away and weave my fingers together behind my back. I’m still self-conscious but I enjoy the way he’s looking at me. He makes me feel like a woman, not a giddy virgin.
Virgin.
That’s right. He doesn’t know about that yet! I drop my gaze to the ground.
“Take it off, Ella,” I hear him say. “Your jeans. I want to see you.”
I don’t want to stop now. I’ve started it. I feel liberated and I want this feeling to continue.
I undo my jeans the way he did the other day. Now I push them down to my ankles and step out. So I am in nothing but my neon pink lingerie and in full view of Reed Silvers.
When he stands up from his stool, I gasp. Yes…please…come closer. Come here and kiss me.
He does come closer but instead of touching me, he circles me. Like a predator circling its prey. That is exactly how I feel. On display and closely scrutinized. Like he’s deciding if I’m worth a taste.
I try to look at his face and not at that magnificent chest. His muscles are carved like a sculptor would carve a marble statue.
Head to toe. His eyes are all over me. Whatever shred of self-consciousness I felt a few minutes ago—there is no room for it now. I have never felt more exposed before, and I didn’t think it would excite me like this.
If only he knew how wet I am between my legs now, and it’s all his fault. He is doing this to me.
“I’ve wanted to see you naked from the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he says, stopping in front of me.
“I don’t usually do this…I’m not this comfortable taking my clothes off.”
“You should be. You are fuckin’ gorgeous. A sexy woman.” He says it with the kind of intensity that makes my inside come alive with force. I believe him. I have no choice but to trust him totally and completely.
Am I ready to do whatever he wants me to do? The only other man I have been this bare with before was Rodney, but we didn’t go further than this. Besides, Reed hasn’t even touched me yet.
He comes closer then, like he’s reading my thoughts. His hot breath falls on my face. I’ve turned it up towards him. Why is he taking so long? Why won’t he just take me? Kiss me.
Kiss me!
He covers my mouth with his, taking me into his arms. I drape around him, feeling the heat and strength of his torso. My hands are on his chest. So firm and muscular. I feel dizzy with desire. I can’t believe a man like him would ever be into me. With all my physical flaws.
He grabs my butt and squeezes, simultaneously pushing into me until I’m backed up against the kitchen island. He’s leaning into me; I’m leaning back. He roughly pulls his mouth away from mine and kisses down my neck. I tip my head back, giving him all the room he needs. He licks my neck’s smooth flesh, up and down with his thick warm tongue. It tickles but not in the way that’ll make me burst out in giggles. I’m moaning with desire. Burning up.
I can feel his cock. He’s in nothing but track pants right now and I can feel the exact shape and hardness of his cock. He wants me. I can’t believe how much he wants me.
My fingers weave in his hair. I can feel the roughness of his beard on my skin as he moves down. Down to my chest, his tongue dips between my cleavage. He caresses both my breasts. His hands are big. He squeezes gently, flicking my nipples through my bra. That does it. It’s like a switch going off. I know my panties are soaked now. I need