Which means he likes it.
I wonder if he likes the other things though.
My naked body, for example.
I know that I’m pale. I know that I don’t have very many muscles to speak of. I have zero upper body strength, as evidenced by my lack of climbing skills. I’m basically a regular pale and soft bookworm.
And maybe, given that he’s a muscle god and an athlete, I should be embarrassed. I should probably ask him to turn out the lights. But not only has that ship sailed when I got naked in front of him, but also I think asking him to plunge me in shadows would be cruel.
It would be so,sounbearably cruel to him.
Because he’s eating me up with his eyes. He’s devouring me with them. Much like he was devouring me with his mouth and his hands.
And just like when he was kissing me, his body is all heated right now.
I can feel it from here.
The heat radiating out of his skin. Theneed.
Raw and sexual and animalistic.
So that his whole frame is vibrating.
His whole towering body is taut and shaking and shuddering with his breaths.
Fisting the sheets, I call out, “Reign?”
His eyes shoot back to mine. “You’re…”
I wrinkle my nose. “Too pink?”
A puff of breath escapes him. “Fucking beautiful.”
I blush. “Yeah?”
He swallows again. “Even more than I imagined.”
I swallow too. “And you imagined a lot.”
“Yeah.”
The lump in my throat grows bigger. “M-me too.”
God, it’s such a relief to admit that. Such a relief to not fight with myself. To not push these things down. And I’m glad I told him.Soglad.
Because I see emotions passing through his features.
Shock. Wonder. Disbelief.Relief.
That he’s not the only one.
He’s not.
He’s so not alone in his pain.
“You did, huh?” he rasps, his fingers fisting.
“Yes. You’re the… You’re the first guy I ever thought was sexy.” I smile shyly at him. “I didn’t even know the meaning of sexy before that.”