She waited, her breath stuck in her throat, but he didn’t say anything more. Instead, he just reached over for a cushion and gestured for her to stand so he could put it down for her.
That was so sweet.
In fact, he’d been incredibly thoughtful. He might act all gruff and grouchy, but there was marshmallow under there, wasn’t there?
He held out his hand and she slipped hers into his.
“Drop down slowly,” he warned. “Don’t want you getting injured.”
She waited to see if he’d give her any other orders, but his arms went back over the sofa again. His gaze was intent and his jaw seemed clenched, but he didn’t say anything more.
Okay, then. Wasn’t like she needed him to boss her around, or wanted to listen to his commands.
Yeah. Who are you kidding?
You totally want him to tell you what to do.
But she was definitely not going to ask him to do that.
“You should know that I’m clean. I get tested monthly and that was just last week.”
She nodded. He got tested monthly? Wow. That seemed a lot.
“I haven’t . . . I haven’t had sex in months. But I’m clean too.” She’d got tested after that crappy experience. That guy had fucked her, then bailed before she’d even woken up the next morning.
Reaching up with hands that shook from nerves and arousal, she started undoing his jeans.
His hands cupped her face. “You’re shaking. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“Girl,” he said in a low, commanding voice. “Tell me. Do you not want to do this?”
“I just want to get it right.”
“You planning on biting me?” he asked.
“No.” She would never. She gave him a shocked look.
“Using your teeth?”
“No.”
“Squeezing my balls hard?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then you won’t do anything wrong, so stop fucking worrying.”
Sheesh.
She shouldn’t take comfort from his words. Stop fucking worrying? What kind of reassurance was that?
Yet, it was enough to have her tension easing and to make her hands stop shaking like she was coming down off a high. She managed to get his jeans undone. Then she slid them over his ass. He helped her by lifting his hips. She pushed them down past his knees, taking off his shoes and pulling them over his feet. That left him just in a pair of black boxers and an open shirt.
Oh, Lord.
He was so sexy that her mouth went dry. And she got to touch him? Did he want to touch her?