16. Skyler

I look up so that I can chart the fastest path up to those plump lips. But it’s those eyes that catch my attention, big and wide and just a little bit scared.

Oh shit.

I moved too fast with her.

I’m used to transactional exchanges. In and out. Strictly for pleasure.

But Reese doesn’t look like she’s getting much pleasure out of this, and she looks about ten times more stressed than when we started.

I pull back, trying to give her some room, and she grasps at my shoulders. “What are you doing?”

I hold myself over her on braced arms. “Are you sure you’re ready for all this?”

My cock throbs against my boxer briefs, very ready for this and everything else. But what me and my cock want ranks very low in the order of importance.

She frowns. “Ready to have sex? I’m not a virgin, Skyler.”

“Yeah, I know. You just look a little… nervous.”

She drops back with an exasperated sigh. “Way to pour on the flattery.”

I smile despite myself. “And sexy. I meant to say nervously sexy.”

She laughs, covering her face with her hands. “Just shoot me now.”

I hook an arm under her lower back and lift her to the middle of the bed. The panties are leopard print. There’s something very playful and fun about the combo that has my cock twitching. I peel my gaze away, glancing around her room. She’s got a few pictures on her dresser. The bed has a fluffy purple duvet. There are crisp, white sheets on the bed that smell like her. Other than her furniture, the room is completely bare. I glance at the moving boxes in the corner. “Why haven’t you moved in yet?”

She sidles up higher on the bed, resting her head on her pillow. “I didn’t think I’d be staying.”

I sense that way lays danger, so I steer us back to the heart of the issue. Running my fingers up and down her arm, I study her guarded expression. “There’s no need to rush, Reese. We can wait until you’re more comfortable.”

“There’s no point in waiting, because I’ll never be completely comfortable.”

“Then I’ll never have sex with you.”

She frowns, growling at me. “I’m saying I’m an awkward mess. Don’t expect me to be a tiger in bed like you.”

I bite down a smile. “A tiger?”

“Calm down.”

There’s laughter in her eyes. “I wasn’t trying to stroke your ego.”

“I happen to be very humble.”

“Sure. If you say so. An incredibly humble tiger in bed and I am just the quivering, chubby bunny.”

“Hold up, chubby?”

She gestures helplessly at her magnificent tits. “Extremely chubby.”

I start laughing. I can’t help myself.

She whacks me a few times. “Don’t. Laugh. At. My. Misfortune.”

I capture her arms, grateful to see the playful light back in her eyes. This. This right here is an expression I wouldn’t ever get tired of. I don’t like seeing fear on her face and I especially don’t like knowing that something I did put it there.

“I’ve just never heard someone use the word chubby to describe boobs.”

She squeezes them indiscriminately the way you’d check a mango to see if it’s ripe. I carefully replace her hand with mine, easing in, watching her reaction. “I happen to think you have A plus boobs. Exceeds expectations.”

She laughs, but it’s a breathy sound. “Thanks?”

My fingers glide over the soft swell of her breast before slipping up her neck. “I really want to kiss you again. But if you want me to leave, you can tell me to fuck off.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

She whispers, wrapping her fingers around my wrist.

It was pretty dumb of me to charge into this, treating it like just another fuck, because she isn’t just anybody. She’s Reese.

“And you aren’t a quivering bunny.”

She sucks in a breath when my fingers feather over her breast. “What am I, then?”

“Hmm.”

I ponder the question, letting my thumb flick over her hardening nipple. “A flying squirrel?”

She gasps, slapping my shoulder. “A squirrel?”

“Kidding.”

I laugh, ducking away from her fists. “How about a sexy, slinky kitty cat?”

“Getting closer.”

She murmurs, a smile still tugging at her lips.

“A gorgeous kitty.”

My fingers trail down her tummy, toying with the edge of her panties. “With a very pretty…”

My thumb glides across her pussy. Even through her panties, I can feel how wet she is. That grounds me some. I couldn’t hide my arousal if I wanted to. It’s very in your face. But I wasn’t sure if Reese was truly into this, or just trying to make herself believe it’s what she wanted.

I flick my thumb over her clit and her hips twitch. “Has anyone ever kissed you here?”

She shakes her head.

“Can I?”

She hesitates, then nods.

“Reese.”

I growl her name.

“Yes.”

She breathes. “I want you to.”

“Thank, Fuck.”

I hook my fingers over her panties and pull them over her hips. Her inner thigh is so soft against my lips. “Use your words, baby. I want you to tell me exactly what you want. No pretending, no hiding. Deal?”

“Yes. Deal.”

She sighs.