“Slowly,” he says, and my eyes rise to meet his. “I want to savor this moment.”
That’s all it takes for my embarrassment to fade away.
I raise the shirt over my stomach and my bra until I lose sight of him as I pull it over my head. I drop the shirt onto the floor and his eyes are on my ribcage, not my breasts like I assumed. I reach back with both hands and unhook my bra, then I slide the straps off each arm.
He grunts, and his attention moves to my breasts. “Jesus, I can’t wait to have both my hands on them.”
A maddening look fills his face. I forgot about his arm and how trying sex is going to be.
I unbutton my jeans as his vision zeros in as though I’m giving him the code to a vault holding millions of dollars. My forefinger and thumb glide my zipper down and his breathing becomes labored. His rapt attention boosts my self-esteem. He’s making this so easy for me.
“Turn around,” he says.
I circle around, pushing my jeans down. As I get them halfway down my ass, he puts his hand on the side of my hip.
“Slow it down for me.”
I look over my shoulder to see that he’s wrapped his hand around his dick, tugging and nodding for me to continue. I shimmy instead of pushing my jeans the rest of the way down. When I stand up straight again, he’s closer to me. One hand slides around from my ass to cup a breast. His dick digs into my satin panties.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers. “Mouthwatering tits, and an ass I want to slap until it looks like a strawberry.” His hand slides down my torso, under the hem of my panties, and cups my mound. “I’m not sure I can handle seeing this without spreading you open right here for a taste.”
My entire body is Jell-O, willing to bend and shift, molding to whatever he wants to do to me. I want to experience it all with him. The screams, scrapes, and moans. The gentle graze of his knuckles along the lips of my pussy make my head fall back on his bare shoulder and his mouth casts small bites along my flesh, working his way up to my ear.
“I want you so bad,” he whispers.
“Take me,” I whisper back and tilt my head to the side.
He captures my mouth, his tongue diving in. His finger runs the length of my center, pressing the smallest, lightest circles along my clit, and I moan into his mouth.
“You like that?” he asks once he stops kissing me. “Let’s go.”
His hand slides out from between my legs and I miss it already. “Can we take a shower rather than a bath?”
“Why?”
“Faster.”
His eyes light up. “I love the way you think.”
He guides me across the living room, and we lock the bathroom door once we’re inside. Best. Day. Ever.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dylan
Rian’s body deserves a reaction like that cartoon character whose jaw hangs low and drags on the floor. I’ve gotten glimpses throughout the years. A shirt that rode up a little high or a button that popped open. Pajama shorts where I could tell she wasn’t wearing panties. All of those pieced together to give me a vision of what I thought Rian looked like naked. Turns out I was dead wrong. She’s flawless and beautiful in a delicate way. Like when a tattoo is done and nothing more needs to be added. Her body is perfect.
“What about Jax?” she asks with the click of the lock.
“Don’t worry, Jax isn’t coming home for a while.”
He understood exactly what I was going to do when I left Ink Envy, so if he’s the guy I’ve always known, he’ll crash somewhere else, at least for tonight.
My arm slides behind the shower curtain and I turn on the water.
“Oh, your arm,” Rian says.
“Shit. I’ll be right back.”
She laughs as I slide out of the bathroom and head to the kitchen to grab a garbage bag. I’m more upset that one set of my fingers won’t be able to participate today. Being restricted to only one hand is a lot to expect from a guy during his first time with a girl. She might think I’m a horrible screw.
“I got the scrunchie!” she hollers.
I grab the garbage bag and shut the cabinet right as the apartment door opens. I swear to fucking God. We have to start locking that thing.
“Oh shit, I’m blind!” Seth screams.
I scramble to escape to the bathroom, but Rian screeches and slams the bathroom door.
Seth still didn’t take my nakedness as his clue to leave.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Knox bumps Seth out of the way.
I slowly turn around, covering my junk. Knox nods at me and sits on the couch, pressing the power button on the controller.
“What are you guys doing?” I ask.
Seth joins Knox on the couch. “It’s, like, channel five hundred or something.”
When Superbad plays on the television, they both relax with their feet up on the table.
“Perfect,” Knox says.
“Don’t you two have jobs?” I ask.
“Day off,” Knox says.
Seth raises his hand. “I cut out early.”
The bathroom door behind me slides open. “Dylan,” Rian whispers, “I have no clothes in here.”
I nod. “You two need to leave.”
The bathroom door shuts again.
That seems to alert Knox that something isn’t normal. “Oh, I thought you were just finally showering.” He nods toward the bathroom. “You got someone in there?”
Seth turns to look at me.
I didn’t think I’d be telling everyone about Rian and me this soon, but they’ll find out anyway. “Yeah.”
“Cool. We’ll just be out here. We don’t have this movie channel.” Knox points the remote at the television.
“Yeah, I’m not a public fucker like you, so you’ll have to pay for it On Demand or something.”
Knox looks offended. “I’m not a public fucker or whatever the hell that means. I’m just not ashamed of my body or my skills. If someone wants to watch because it’s their kink, that’s not my problem. It’s not gonna stop me from doing what I want. Especially when I’m in my own apartment.”
“Thanks for the Ted Talk. Now get the fuck out.” I nod at the door.
Seth stands and looks around. “Where’s Rian?”
She groans from the other side of the door, but neither of them hear her.
“I gotta say, the naked body is beautiful. And the shame you both have about sex makes me think you’re a bunch of church ladies with nothing better to talk about,” Knox continues, but Seth’s clearly catching on.
“Do you two mind? I’m naked here.” I knock on the door, but Rian still doesn’t unlock it.
“Where’s Rian?” Seth asks again, glancing around, walking toward her bedroom door with a grin on his face. “Thought she was working from home to help your sorry ass.” He stops cold outside her bedroom door, probably seeing our discarded clothes on the floor. “Oh shit!”
He circles back around, and a smile as long and wide as the Brooklyn Bridge creases his lips.
“We gotta go.” Seth points at the door.
“What am I missing?” Knox asks.