15. Reese

I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.

This is when Jonah would usually get mad at me.

Berate me for being a tempting Jezebel.

I can see Skyler doing calculations in his head.

When his hand moves to cover mine, I’m expecting him to push me away, but he drags my hand over his shaft.

My eyes widen and my lips part in surprise and he takes the opportunity to lean forward and kiss my open mouth.

Just one kiss, a taste, and I’m slipping, falling head over heels. Dizzy with it.

He shifts over me, and I happily submit, melting backwards as he settles himself over me.

His tongue glides over mine, curving over mine in a way that makes it easy to respond.

Like dancing with a good lead.

Those hands slip under my hoodie and work their way up my skin.

His palm is callused and warm, heated even, leaving scorch marks wherever he touches.

His fingers trail along the edge of my bra, like he’s mapping out the location of my serpent tattoo, and then his hand is sliding over the curve of my breast.

Back in high school, some of the girls on the dance team told me my ginormous boobs were gross.

I’ve always been a little embarrassed by the attention they attract.

As much as they say people want big boobs, mine have never ever been a positive thing. I’ve wanted a reduction since the day I learned that was an option.

My dad always seemed annoyed by my body. Everything I wore was too revealing. Maybe that’s why I accepted Jonah’s controlling attitude without much of a fight.

I should be ripping Skyler’s clothes off, but instead I’m thinking about my freaking dad, of all people. Clinging to Skyler’s back, I arch into him, begging him to turn up the heat. To burn away these insecurities, drown out the thoughts that just won’t quit.

He responds by reaching down and pulling my sweater over my head.

He tugs his t-shirt off one-handed, grabbing the collar at the back and slipping it off in one swift move.

His toned stomach contracts in the process and my gaze is drawn to his belly button and the dark trail of hair the leads down to his zipper.

I’ve only ever had sex in the dark, under the covers. And while there is much to be said about seeing a half-naked Skyler in all his glory, that means that I am also laid out for perusal.

My jeans cut into my soft sides, and I automatically reach in front of myself, wrapping my arms around my middle self-consciously. His gaze drags up my stomach, lingering on my chest before reaching my very flushed cheeks. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He murmurs, lowering his body over mine. I gratefully pull him closer, relishing his weight and the heat of his skin.

His hands find my sides, traveling up the curve of my ribcage before sliding over my boobs again.

Long fingers stretch across the soft flesh, dimpling it when he squeezes me.

His hips grind into mine, sending sparks flickering across my middle.

He groans against my lips, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way down my neck. His lips nuzzle at the curve of my breast while his hand massages it.

I am not a virgin. I’ve had a man’s hands on my boobs before. But Skyler does everything with such a ferocious sensuality. I feel like I’m experiencing everything for the first time. It’s like a little league player going into the big leagues.

When he moves his hand to the button on my jeans, I’m the one who captures his hand and holds him still. “Here?”

This brings him up short. He raises his head, eyes dark with passion and my just a touch of confusion. But he keeps his voice soft. “You want to move to your bedroom?”

I’m starting to feel sheepish. Some people have sex on their kitchen table. In the back of a pickup truck. I’m so vanilla, I need my own sheets and pillows. “Yeah.”

He climbs off me, offering me his hand.

I give it to him, and he pulls me upright with an impressive show of strength.

Sidling past him, I lead him down the hall, feeling the cool air on my very bare shoulders.

The closer I get, the more my trepidation grows.

I stop just inside my room, and he comes up behind me, wrapping me up in his arms.

Leaning back, I let my spine follow the hard planes of his torso.

He turns me around, lifting my chin.

His lips angle over mine, stealing my breath, and then he’s hiking me up on his waist, hands grasping my thighs as he carries me over to my bed.

He sets me down carefully, reaching into his back pocket to extract his wallet.

He carefully sets his wallet and glasses on the nightstand before kicking off his jeans.

I start to unzip my jeans and he takes over, easing them over my hips.

Almost like he can’t help himself, he leans down and kisses my soft thighs, glancing up to study my expression.

What does he see there? A girl who is just as nervous as she is desperate to have sex.

Before, I thought I wanted it to be anyone, but now that I’ve seen what he has to offer, that beautiful body, those fiery kisses, he’s the one I want.

Nobody else will suffice.

Which is why it’s very, very infuriating that these damn nerves won’t settle.

And what’s worse, they’re giving me away.