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I shuffle back until I’m in position, ready.
Bee’s fingers flex at her sides, and I’m just about to suggest a song to relax her when she licks her lips and says, “I’m all yours, Sebastian. Tell me what to do.”
There’s no question. No disclaimer. No polite “if you want” pasted on the end. No. This is Bee being direct. Knowing what she wants and giving it to me straight.
Fuck.
“Let your hair down.”
She follows, pulling the elastic free and dropping it to the floor—yep, that’ll never be seen again—letting her hair fall to her shoulders. It hangs, messy and a little stiff because she only washes it every four days and that’s not until tomorrow. I don’t care.
Standing there in her favorite shorts and a loose shirt, she’s gorgeous and a thousand times more confident than the woman who walked into that bank in my shirt and begged me to help her.
“Now, take off your shirt.”
With both hands, she grabs the hem and pulls. She’s about to drop it on the floor when I shake my head. “No. Put it back on. Now, do it again, and do it slowly.”
This time, she does as I say, inching the material up torturously slow, until my fingers twitch at my sides with the need to reach out and rip it off. The baby blue bralette she’s wearing is revealed again, bit by bit, and when her top is finally discarded, her breathing is labored and I can almost see the goose bumps flooding her skin.
“That’s it. Take your time.”
This is the Bee she’s always been. She’s no longer pretending to be someone else. This is the woman I’m falling in love with.
Who cleans to calm herself, dances in her room when no one is watching, and will eat a box of dry crackers before she cooks a hot meal.
Her bangs curl when wet, as wild and rebellious as I know her to be. Freckles kiss her cheeks and collarbone. Right now, her bottom lip is flushed, pink and deliciously distracting.
And her eyes. Dark and sexy and boring into mine.
“I never tire of looking at you, do you know that?” I shift, bringing my palm to my half-hard cock. Her gaze drops to where it’s resting, thumb on the button of my slacks. I give in to the need to press down, show her what she’s doing to me. “You’re gorgeous, Bee.”
A flush seeps down her neck.
“Now the bra.”
She takes it slow, doesn’t need to be told again. I’m not naive, though. I know I’m not really in control here. It’s all her.
Bee’s beauty, her curiosity, her strength.
I’m fucking in awe of her.
I want more than her name on the deed. I want her heart. I want my name on her lips, the last she’ll ever say in ecstasy. I want her mess next to mine, books and socks and all the shit she still has hidden away. I want her waking up here every day until she can’t sleep in any bed but ours.
Because no matter what happens after this, I’m a changed man, and I won’t be able to picture anyone but her next to me.
Bee dips her fingers under the waistband of her shorts. They’re white with lavender bees on them. “Leave them. Touch yourself. Show me what you like.”
Tentatively, she flattens her palms against her waist, dragging them up to her breasts. When she sticks two fingers in her mouth, getting them wet, then strokes her nipples, I’m undoing the button and tugging my zipper down to get a solid grip on my dick. I’m straining now, a dark spot collecting on my briefs.
Under my gaze, she moves sinuously, hands dancingover her skin with confidence, responding to her own touch with little gasps. Palms sliding along the curves of her hips, her waist. Her fingers skating under and over the swell of her breasts. She pulls at the dark pink buds, and I hear her moan.
“How does it feel?” I ask, freeing myself from my pants, thumbing the precum gathered at the tip.
“Good,” she says, breathless already. Fuck, I want to touch her.
My head falls back with a hard thud, and I’m so fucking turned on I’m probably going to concuss myself before I come.
“Take off your shorts. Slip them off slowly.”
