“You’re fucking killing me, Birdy. So hot,” he murmurs, and I can feel his gaze burning a hole into my skin from the intensity of his stare.
I remain quiet, not sure how to respond. My body starts to move with his finger, my hips rocking, and when he removes his hand from me completely, I want to burst into tears from the loss.
“Turn around,” he says roughly, his hands spinning my hips, so I have no choice but to face him. His mouth is on mine, his kiss so hungry, so intense, all I can do is hang onto him and let him consume me.
His hand slips beneath my skirt. Brushes the front of my panties. I cry out against his lips when he presses his fingers against me, rubbing slowly.
“You want me to stop now?” he asks, and I can hear the triumph in his voice.
He knows he’s got me.
“N-n-no,” I stutter, throwing my head back when he slips his fingers beneath the front of my panties, cupping me fully.
“You like this?”
I nod, unable to speak when he presses his thumb roughly against my clit.
A ringing starts, startling us both, and I crack my eyes open to find Crew already studying me, his brows lowered in displeasure. His fingers are still in my panties, the only sound beyond the ringing phone, our panting breaths mingling.
“That’s not mine,” he tells me, and I realize he’s right.
It’s my phone ringing.
“Ignore it,” he says, leaning in for another kiss, but I press my hand against his chest, stopping him.
“I should see who it is,” I say softly. The ringing stops, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “Or maybe not just yet.”
Crew’s smile is wicked as he leans in for another kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth at the same time the ringing starts all over again.
He pulls away from me, his hand still remaining in my panties. “Where is it?”
“In my jacket pocket.” I drop my hand into my pocket and pull the phone out to see the word Daddy flash across the screen. I sink my teeth into my lower lip, the guilt coming at me tenfold. “It’s my father.”
“Jesus.” He removes his hand from my panties and steps away from me. “Answer it.”
I feel empty without his hands on me and a soft exhale leaves me as I glance down at the screen, imagining how I’ll sound to my father if I do answer his call. Breathless. On edge. My mouth still tingles from Crew’s kisses and my clit throbs from his fingers. “I can’t.”
The ringing stops and I shove the phone back into my pocket. Crew reaches for me, but I dart away from him, suddenly unsure.
About everything.
All of it.
He’s frowning, watching me carefully. “Are you okay?”
“I should go.” I glance back the way we came, hating how dark it looks. Like a scary, fathomless cave to nowhere.
“Birdy, come on…” he starts, but I shake my head and he goes quiet.
“I can’t—I can’t do this.” I’m too conflicted. Having Daddy call right in the middle of the most passionate encounter I’ve ever had totally ruined the mood. Made me doubt myself—and Crew. “I’m not ready.”
“Wren.” He runs a hand through his hair, scrubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t leave. Not yet.”
“I have to. I just—maybe this was a bad idea. I’m not the girl you think I am, Crew. I’m too nervous, too scared. I’ve never done this type of thing.”
“I promised I’d take it as slow as you want me to.”
“And you’ve been perfect.” I offer him a tremulous smile, but I feel like I could burst into tears at any moment, so I look away from him, unable to stand looking at his handsome face any longer. “I need to go.”