my chin, redirecting it. “Don’t. You can tell me anything. Don’t be embarrassed or afraid.”
I didn’t know what to expect of someone who owned this type of business. At first, I pictured an icky Hugh Hefner, instead got luscious Linc. His drool-worthy appearance captivated me, but so did his generosity and thoughtfulness. It made me think no matter what I revealed, he wouldn’t judge. He wasn’t that type of man.
“I’m addicted to them. I know it sounds like I’m living in a fantasy, but the stories, even the erotic ones are great.”
Did that just come out of my blabbing mouth? My face heated and must be scarlet red from the way my cheeks burned.
A wicked grin spread across his mouth. “Erotica huh? What turns you on, beautiful?”
My gaze dashed to the wall, the windows, and the floor. I dropped my face in my hands, burying them in his chest.
Ugh, he drove me crazy.
Any other woman would’ve performed a thousand erotic acts with this man lying beneath her. But no, what was I doing? Hiding my freaking face! Stupid, Serena. All these years you could’ve had experience. It stunk being a virgin at this moment.
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “When you’re ready and feel more comfortable, I want you to tell me, okay?” He kissed the top of my head.
That action seemed even more humiliating, and I sank my cheek further into his chest. He wasn’t trying to embarrass me, just curious I suppose.
“Let’s go to bed. You sleeping in tomorrow?”
His bulging chest felt pillow soft, making me drowsy. I could stay here all night. Right in this spot. Did he ask me a question?
“Roll off, let’s get undressed.”
My head popped up.
In one swift move, he rolled us both over, and without dropping me, propped me on my feet.
A bead of sweat trickled from my nape, down my spine, and into my panties. Yeah, like I needed more moisture there.
He took hold of both of my hands and set them on his chest.
“I want you to undress me.”
Oh. My. God.
“Huh?” I squeaked.
Wake the heck up, girl. Man wants naked. Shake a leg!
He slid my hands downward at a snail’s pace, resting them at the bottom of his shirt.
“Take it off,” his raspy voice instructed.
Oh Lordy.
My brain engaged—happy dance commencing.
As I pulled the jersey higher, I skimmed my knuckles over each ripple on his ribs. His arms rose and gave me a full-on, front-row view of tight, ridged abs. The shirt slipped through my fingers and melted to the floor.
Damn. Double Damn. This man needed his own freaking calendar.
When you died, was it possible to go to heaven and hell?
My eyes didn’t know what to examine first, but I tried to focus. The path I chose started with his broad shoulders—large enough to support you, yet soft enough to cuddle. A well-honed, wide chest with curly black hair sprinkled across it must have taken hours of weight training to sculpt into perfection. Arms pulled taut at his side, the veins curved downward at an angle and spread across his sturdy hands. The pièce de résistance and mentioned in erotica novels time and again, I called it “The trail to nirvana,” and he had it dipping past the band of his shorts.
Oh yeah, girl, you needed to wake the heck up and live more. Real life was so much better.
“Now my pants, Serena,” he said in a low, soft voice.
My gaze tracked the line of dark curls up to his face. The green flecks in his eyes more prominent than before, as the blue shimmered on the outer rim.
My smile wavered, and I reined it in. Lips parted, I drew in a huge gulp of air. Blood rushed to my head, making me a little lightheaded since I’d held my breath for too long.
I cleared my throat and set my hands at the top of his shorts, shocked by the bit of confidence I seemed to find. Then I dropped to my knees and looked up.
“Serena,” he choked out on a gruff reply. Eyes closed, he sucked in a ragged breath. His hands clutched my shoulders and squeezed.
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