“I-I…” Nothing came out, a heavy weight settling on my chest. I wanted him. I wanted his hands on my body and his mouth on my skin. But suddenly, I felt out of my league.
Nix was experienced. He knew what he liked, he knew how to make a girl feel good.
I didn’t know any of those things.
“B?” His brows drew together.
“I’ve never…” My gaze darted away from his face. “I don’t…”
“Hey, look at me.” A playful smile traced his mouth, but he wasn’t teasing me. He would never do that. “Do you have any idea how fucking good it makes me feel knowing I’m the only guy who’s ever touched you here.” One of his hands snaked around my thigh and cupped me there. My breath caught in my throat as he rubbed gently, applying the right amount of pressure to make me squirm.
“Are you wet for me, B?”
I pressed my lips together, nodding.
“Do you want me to make you feel good?”
Another nod as my head dropped back against the cool wall. It felt good, too good.
The self-doubt, the crippling anxiety I felt every time my thoughts flickered to dark, dark places edged away, replaced with something needier. Something hot and fiery.
Nix dipped his head, dragging his tongue up my throat and kissing my jaw, sucking and nibbling the skin there as his fingers moved in circles. It was too much… and not nearly enough.
“More,” I breathed, falling into him. Into the sensations tumbling through me. “More…”
“Shit, yeah.” His hand moved up, finding the waistband of my shorts. The elastic stretched with ease as he slipped inside. But he didn’t stop there, sliding his fingers into my underwear.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes almost black as he watched me. Watched my reaction as he pressed two fingers inside me, curling them deep.
“Nix,” I whispered, wriggling against him.
“You want me to stop?”
“No, no…” God no. I wanted more. I wanted to drown in him. In this.
I wanted to drown and never ever come up for air.