“Better lock the door then,” I teased looking down and watching as my fingers dipped just inside the waistband of his jeans. A spark of delight shot through me when I saw the way his stomach muscles clenched at my touch.
A smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. Knowing that I could have such an effect on a guy like Ham, was like nothing like I’d ever imagined. When I found out Nick was interested in me, I remember feeling butterflies in my stomach and wondering how a guy like him could be interested in a girl like me.
Things with Ham were different. He seemed so untouchable, his demeanor screaming stay the hell away. The way he would watch me and track my movements through the clubhouse should have been creepy, it should have felt weird, but it didn’t. It felt right to have his eyes on me. They were protective, and while fierce and strong, they warmed me like I’d never realized anyone could—especially not some simple guy like Nick.
Ham didn’t just give me butterflies. There were stampedes of wild animals that trampled through me, and it scared the crap out of me because this wasn’t just some schoolgirl crush. This was more, and we both knew it.
Even though at one time I thought my feelings were one sided and would never be shared, I knew now for sure that they were.
Chewing on my bottom lip, I continued to keep my eyes cast down scared to look up and meet his gaze, scared it would completely throw me off and steal every ounce of courage I was trying to piece together right now.
Inhaling through my nose, I placed both my hands up under his shirt. His warm skin greeted me as I continued to trail them upward, lifting his shirt. His waist was trim, but it wasn’t for lack of muscle. His abs were tense and tight, a trail of goosebumps appearing as I continued to explore, eager to mesmerize every part of his body.
I thought I had this, thought what I had was in control.
I thought I had the upper hand.
I didn’t.
When I finally looked up and met his eyes, he stole my breath. “You had your chance,” he murmured wrapping his hands around both my wrists. He turned me, moving me back toward the bed, stopping just short of its end. “Take your clothes off.” He released me and started walking backward toward the door.
I was a little confused, not really knowing what I should do. My confidence was flying out the window the instant Ham took control. He was suddenly so sharp, so intimidating, and it was fucking hot as hell. It was his ‘take no shit Ham’ that grabbed my attention.
They say first impressions are everything. I remember how strong he was, how he stood so tall, and even though he was outnumbered, he never wavered. Confidence, and dare I say swagger, were everything at that moment. But it was the sweetness, the thoughtful and fun loving Ham that held me captivated for so long.
I would make time for him later.
Because right now, I knew exactly which one I was getting.
The lock clicked, and he looked over his shoulder at me. “Meyah, you wanna keep the clothes you have on? You need to get them off you in about ten seconds before I get over there and ruin them… Ten.”
Oh shit. He wasn’t joking.
My shirt went first, and I tossed it over my shoulder. It was soon followed by my jeans, which took far too long, with the way I hopped on one leg and tugged them down over my foot. I began to realize this wasn’t what he was asking for.
My cheeks flushing red, I started to giggle. “This isn’t what you imagined is it?”
Looking up to find him leaning back against the door with his arms folded across his chest, grinning from ear to ear, he shook his head. “No, not exactly. But this was still pretty damn sexy.”
I swiped my hand over my face and shook my head. “I’m a mess,” I groaned finally kicking my jeans from my leg and sending them skidding across the floor.
He didn’t respond, but it was like I could hear the resounding ‘yes’ echo throughout the room. Surprisingly, he slipped his club cut off while I pondered my fastest escape. Next came his T-shirt which quickly followed the path of mine over into the corner.
His pants were already hanging damn fucking low on his hips, so low that the V on that body should almost be illegal.
“You’re a pretty hot mess,” he commented as he took a step forward, his eyes watching me playfully as if he couldn’t decide if I was going to run or just play along. When he finally got close enough, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck tugging me forward, my body colliding with his. “Take the rest off,” he whispered pulling my lips to less than an inch from his.
I could barely move, but I stared directly into his eyes as I hooked my fingers in my panties and wiggled them down to the floor before reaching behind me and unhooking my bra with just two fingers. It floated down, too, and suddenly I felt so damn exposed. Shifting nervously from foot to foot and fighting the urge to cover myself with my hands, I realized I wasn’t a little girl anymore.
I’d had sex—more than once.
And while it wasn’t exactly the experience I’d hoped for, I could already say it wasn’t anything like this.
Holy shit my body was burning like I’d been set alight, and he’d barely even touched me. My clit was throbbing to the beat of my heart, it was so ready. The air in the room was hot—at least I felt like it was.
One step forward from him, pushing me back but still holding my body pressed against his, my knees hit the bed. Ham silently dipped his head, his eyes connected with mine the entire time as he flicked his tongue across my nipple. My hips unconsciously moved on their own. The second time he made contact, I almost melted into a puddle on the floor. Then he moved to the other side, his tongue leaving a lazy trail between them.
I grabbed hold of him in a fight to keep my balance, my arm wrapped around his neck and my fingers in his hair holding him at my breast and fighting my quaking legs. A couple of crass licks and swipes here and there, and I was already ready to explode.