I fight the urge to research the answer by channeling my energy into brushing my teeth, again.
My hormones chastise me when I reach for my makeup bag. Noting their disapproval, I put it down and give myself a pep talk.
"Get your shit together Imala LeClaire." The glint from my ring catches my eye. I correct myself "Hale. Imala Hale."
Fortified, I take one step to the door then two steps back. I try once more with the same result. I'm damn near naked! I can't go out there like that. I'm not ashamed of my body; I'm just not used to sharing it and doing so in such a bold way is daunting.
Grabbing the plush cotton robe, I wrap it around my body and tie the sash.
Ah. Much better.
The robe has me so comfortable, I forget the goal, swing open the door, and am ready for bed until my eyes lock with Wyn's sexually heated ones. My hormones squeal like fangirls and my brain yells retreat.
It's too late. I'm locked in, and although he's seated comfortably in the hotel chair - donned in pajama pants and a t-shirt - I know for a fact he'd follow me in the bathroom if I attempt to retreat.
The air is thick with anticipation and I take cautious, measured steps towards Wyn. His tongue slides across his bottom lip and I’m now wondering how it’ll feel on my body.
“Are you wearing lingerie?” he asks, his voice has a husky quality I haven’t heard before.
“Yes, it’s rather revealing. I let my sisters pick it out and they didn’t let me open it until today. It’s…” I trail off when Wyn holds up a finger to silence me.
“Don’t tell me about it. Show me.”
I shiver at the command. He’s not like the Wyn I knew before today, yet it feels right. Untying my robe, I watch Wyn as he reacts to me damn near revealing my naked body to him.
“Turn,” his voice is tight with arousal and my center dampens in response.
Faintly nodding, I turn in a circle. Wyn is smirking when our eyes meet again.
Did I put it on wrong?
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“I didn’t ask you to spin, Caterpillar. Turn around. Slowly.” Doing as I’m told, I turn around. “Stop right there,” he tells me when my ass is facing him. “Damn, Imala. You look so fucking sexy in that. The only problem is I want to rip it off.”
Shocked, I turn to face him again. He’s sitting with his legs spread, the outline of his erection holds me hostage. I’m unable to take my eyes off it and the more I fixate on it the harder it gets. Wyn rubs it and while I can’t tear my eyes away, my body likes the visual.
“Come here, Imala.” I move until I’m standing between his legs. “Sit.”
My mouth works like it wants to protest. I’m torn between the prude and the slut. The slut decides that I’m married, and the prude has ruled long enough. Temptation wins because I’m lowering myself in his lap. Wyn grabs my hips and pulls me to him securely.
This is the first time I’ve felt an erection in any capacity and it’s thrilling. My body tingles at the feel of it pressing my thigh.
Wyn trails kisses along my shoulder, up my neck and by the time he reaches my chin, I’m relaxing my back against his chest.
Strong fingers grip my jaw and tilt my head back. Wyn’s mouth covers mine, finally giving the type of kiss I’ve only read about. My nipples bead painfully against the fabric of the lingerie. He pulls away before I can moan.
“Imala, baby, I want you so damn bad but we’re gonna do things differently tonight.”
I swallow the dismay I feel. I hope he’s not going to back out. I’m nervous but I want to experience this with Wyn.
“Tonight, it’s your way. I’m not doing anything until you tell me to do it.”
His announcement makes me gasp. “Isn’t that for advanced lovers? How will I know?” I protest.
Wyn’s hands snake up my thighs and I’m amazed at how I tingle beneath his touch.
“Trust your body. You’ll know what you want.” He nips the back of my neck and a whimper escapes. “Guide me with your desires.”