my... the way I reacted. There,” she huffed, clutching his shirt. “I said it, and I’m still humiliated. I’m not that girl, Quin. I don’t pull guys’ hands to my tits and press my hips into them. I’ve never acted that way. Ever. It’s embarrassing.” No, saying it out loud hadn’t helped at all.
He laughed as he nuzzled her hair. “The way you reacted wasn’t just a turn on, it was heavenly. I don’t want you to be embarrassed about those things, because I hope you’ll do them again next time.”
With a few simple words, he’d somehow made her feel better. If he didn’t think she was some out of control floozy, she could accept what she’d done much easier. She released her death grip on his shirt and smiled up at him. “Next time, huh?” She didn’t want to wait for a next time. She wanted to do it again now.
“Next time,” he confirmed, sliding a thumb to her lips. “Unless you want me to do things differently. If it really makes you uncomfortable to show me what you want, I could take the liberty, but then I run the risk of doing something you’re not ready for.”
Unable to maintain eye contact, she looked down and nervously chewed her lip. “Like what? Sex?”
“We’ve already determined you’re not ready for sex, but there are things we can do without crossing the finish line, and I’d be honored to do them.”
She looked up and furrowed her eyebrows. “Doesn’t it bother you to take things so far without finishing them?”
She thought there would be a hesitant moment of introspection, but he answered without pause, his tempting lips curving toward deep dimples. “I’ve discovered it bothers me in the most amazing way. I would do what we just did and more over and over again without a second of regret.”
Layla didn’t understand how that could be true. She’d been around enough guys in high school to know they didn’t like getting shut out right before the big bang. Granted, Quin was twenty-two years old and a far cry from the boys she went to school with, but a man’s maturity level wasn’t the deciding factor of his sexual appetite. “Really?” she pressed.
He laughed and raised his eyebrows. “Are you asking me to prove it?”
Warmth flooded her cheeks, belly and thighs as she thought about him proving his willpower. “How would you do that?”
“Hmm...” he murmured, moving his mouth to her neck, and it seemed like he stayed there forever. By the time he pulled away, her curiosity had reached its limit.
“Are you tired?” he asked.
“No,” she answered, trying to hide her impatience. “Why?”
He searched her eyes then looked at what must have been her aura. When his gaze returned to hers, he slid one arm under her knees and tightened his grip. “Because I’m going to prove myself to you.” He stood and carried her to the bed. Then he settled in beside her and propped his head on one hand. “If you’ll let me.”
Oxygen entered Layla’s lungs in quiet gasps, and she knew her rapid heartbeat must be visible to him. “I still don’t know how you intend to do that.”
“I intend to show you,” he countered, resting his hand on her chest, “not tell you. Do you feel comfortable enough to let me?”
Layla closed her eyes as she considered the situation. How much further could things go without going all the way? She was dying to find out, so she opened her eyes and answered. “Yes.”
“Excellent,” he whispered, moving his hand to her cheek. “If I do something you’re uncomfortable with, you have to tell me. Okay?”
She swallowed and gave a nod.
“I need to hear you say it,” he stipulated. “Will you let me know if I make you uncomfortable?”
“Yeah,” she managed, breathless and blushing.
“Good,” he approved, “because that’s the last thing I want to do.” His fingers slid from her cheek to her trembling lips. “Now, I have a favor to ask.”
“Favor?” she breathed, trying to hold still, but vibrations
He laughed as he nuzzled her hair. “The way you reacted wasn’t just a turn on, it was heavenly. I don’t want you to be embarrassed about those things, because I hope you’ll do them again next time.”
With a few simple words, he’d somehow made her feel better. If he didn’t think she was some out of control floozy, she could accept what she’d done much easier. She released her death grip on his shirt and smiled up at him. “Next time, huh?” She didn’t want to wait for a next time. She wanted to do it again now.
“Next time,” he confirmed, sliding a thumb to her lips. “Unless you want me to do things differently. If it really makes you uncomfortable to show me what you want, I could take the liberty, but then I run the risk of doing something you’re not ready for.”
Unable to maintain eye contact, she looked down and nervously chewed her lip. “Like what? Sex?”
“We’ve already determined you’re not ready for sex, but there are things we can do without crossing the finish line, and I’d be honored to do them.”
She looked up and furrowed her eyebrows. “Doesn’t it bother you to take things so far without finishing them?”
She thought there would be a hesitant moment of introspection, but he answered without pause, his tempting lips curving toward deep dimples. “I’ve discovered it bothers me in the most amazing way. I would do what we just did and more over and over again without a second of regret.”
Layla didn’t understand how that could be true. She’d been around enough guys in high school to know they didn’t like getting shut out right before the big bang. Granted, Quin was twenty-two years old and a far cry from the boys she went to school with, but a man’s maturity level wasn’t the deciding factor of his sexual appetite. “Really?” she pressed.
He laughed and raised his eyebrows. “Are you asking me to prove it?”
Warmth flooded her cheeks, belly and thighs as she thought about him proving his willpower. “How would you do that?”
“Hmm...” he murmured, moving his mouth to her neck, and it seemed like he stayed there forever. By the time he pulled away, her curiosity had reached its limit.
“Are you tired?” he asked.
“No,” she answered, trying to hide her impatience. “Why?”
He searched her eyes then looked at what must have been her aura. When his gaze returned to hers, he slid one arm under her knees and tightened his grip. “Because I’m going to prove myself to you.” He stood and carried her to the bed. Then he settled in beside her and propped his head on one hand. “If you’ll let me.”
Oxygen entered Layla’s lungs in quiet gasps, and she knew her rapid heartbeat must be visible to him. “I still don’t know how you intend to do that.”
“I intend to show you,” he countered, resting his hand on her chest, “not tell you. Do you feel comfortable enough to let me?”
Layla closed her eyes as she considered the situation. How much further could things go without going all the way? She was dying to find out, so she opened her eyes and answered. “Yes.”
“Excellent,” he whispered, moving his hand to her cheek. “If I do something you’re uncomfortable with, you have to tell me. Okay?”
She swallowed and gave a nod.
“I need to hear you say it,” he stipulated. “Will you let me know if I make you uncomfortable?”
“Yeah,” she managed, breathless and blushing.
“Good,” he approved, “because that’s the last thing I want to do.” His fingers slid from her cheek to her trembling lips. “Now, I have a favor to ask.”
“Favor?” she breathed, trying to hold still, but vibrations
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