“No, I thought you said nothing was going to happen?” she asked, unsure. Her hands itched to do what he asked. Rose always felt the need to please him.
“Nothing is going to happen. We can get naked without anything happening.”
She stared into his eyes and lifted the nightshirt over her head. Rose felt her hair graze her buttocks as it fell around her. She wasn’t wearing any panties with her nightshirt.
“You’re so beautiful,” Peter said.
“Why did you get tattoos?” she asked.
“I like the feel of the needle on my skin.” He took a step toward her. She held her ground refusing to back away. “Do you like them?”
She kept her gaze locked on his. He stepped right up close to her. Licking her lips, Rose glanced down looking at each tattoo.
“They’re beautiful.”
“I love them. Touch them,” he said.
Jerking her gaze back up to his, Rose couldn’t be sure if she’d heard him correctly.
“You want me to touch you?”
In answer, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest. “I always want you to touch me, Rose. I’ve watched you putting books away, and I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to have your hands on my body.”
Her hand was palm flat on his chest. She felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
“I never knew that,” she said, looking at him.
He felt warm. His chest was damp from the shower. Peter’s palms covered hers on his chest.
“Touch me, Rose.”
His hand moved hers up to his neck. She felt his pulse pounding, and then he brought her hand down to his chest. First one nipple pressed against her palm and then the other. Biting her lip she followed the path of her hand, going down.
“I’m going to touch you now, okay?” he asked.
She nodded, not really listening to him. He reached out touching her face. She caressed his abs moving down to grip the hard length of his cock.
He groaned. “Be careful with that. Light touches are better than not.”
Rose chuckled.
His hand moved down to cup her breast in his palm, and she couldn’t remember how to breathe.
Chapter Eight
“Breathe, Rose,” Peter said. His hand cupped her mound. Her hard nipple poked against his palm. His cock hardened with renewed need. Rose’s small fist tightened on him. “Loosen your grip, baby.”
If she held him much tighter she threatened to cut off his circulation.
“Sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Peter smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” Her blue eyes glittered up at him.
Her chest rose and fell with every indrawn breath she took.
“Do you like what I’m doing?” he asked.
“You’re not doing anything.”