“You’re too sweet for words.” He tosses the toy at me to catch before tugging on a loose strand of her dark hair.
“Let me just go pack that back in my bag, and I’ll stow away my humiliation while I’m at it.” She mutters, green eyes holding mine. Yet no matter her protests or squirming, Henri encircles her inside his strong arms and bands her against his chest.
“No way, I know exactly what presents we’re exchanging at midnight.” From where he stands, with them both facing me, his mouth brushes against Mia’s ear. Those eyes I’ve stared into thousands of times meet mine, one brow lifts in a simple, silent question.
I shift my weight a little. My cock growing harder by the second.
Mia nibbles on her bottom lip while continuing to look at me, initial hesitation seeps away, followed by dawning realization flickering in her emerald gaze.
“He wants it.” Henri chuckles, with his lips caressing her soft skin. “Don’t even worry about that.”
“Are you sure?” She drops her voice almost into a whisper. “I’m not—I’ve never—like I said, don’t expect me to be any good at this.”
My dick leaps to attention, slapping my inner thigh with excitement. I clear my throat, hardly capable of forming anything but a rough noise. “Only if you’re comfortable.” Jesus. Fuck. My balls start tingling just at the mere thought of her and that strap-on and how goddamn sexy she’ll look kneeling over me.
Mia escapes Henri’s grasp as he gives a quick kiss to her neck and releases the hold he had on her. “I don’t want to do something you don’t like.” She crawls over the cushions to kneel at my side.
“Trust me, I’ll like anything you do.” On instinct, I drag our perfect girl back into my lap. Still finding it impossible to fathom how effortlessly we’ve all fallen into this thing, how easy it’s been to forge a connection. Was it only this time last night I pulled her into this same position and handed over that glass of whiskey? When I stared at her mouth and couldn’t think of anything except how beautiful she is and how hard it was to prevent words from tumbling out that might terrify her.
“You’re just saying that.” Mia strokes the stubble lining my jaw, gently tugging me back to our conversation.
Can she feel the evidence, hard as stone in my pants, that tells exactly just how truthful I’m being?
“I promise, I’m not.” I guide her hand down to my groin, letting her feel for herself. “As long as this is something you’re interested in exploring, I’m an extremely willing participant.” Curling my fingers around hers, I encourage her to squeeze just a little, and her breathing hitches.
“Oh…”
My throat dips. Yeah. There’s no hidingthat.
Henri comes over, dips his head, and lays a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “How about I coach you,ma petite chérie?”
A shudder runs through her body.
Mia likes that idea. A lot.
It’s all I can do to disguise the groan bubbling up inside me. “I can feel you squeezing these pretty thighs together.” Giving her a long look, I roam my palm over her hip and press my fingers into her hip. She’s so goddamn soft, so precious, I’m not sure what I’m gonna do when she gets in that shitty car of hers to drive away from here.
I don’t want her to leave, and I also don’t want to freak her the fuck out because it’s barely been twenty-four hours, and I’ve already wanted to ask her if there were any circumstances under which she might consider staying. Preferably for good.
Henri distracts me from trying to figure out how to convince Mia to upend her life by reaching down to pinch my chin and brush a wet glide of his lips against mine.
“Better get our boy ready, hmm. I think the bedroom will be best for this.” He steals the toy from me.
Scooping Mia up, I insist on carrying her with legs wrapped around my waist. While clinging to my neck, she gasps in that sweet way she does whenever I manhandle her. Does she have any idea just how attentive I want to be, to learn how to interpret every single response, the subtlest hitch in her breathing, and flicker of her pulse?
When we reach the bedroom, I lay her down and crawl over her on the bed. Last night’s version of this was ravenous, but tonight I want to make sure she’s certain about this.
“All the power here is yours, sugar.” I brush my lips over hers lightly before pulling back so I can seek out her eyes. “Are you sure after last night? That was a lot.”
She clings tighter to my shirt. “I lovedeverythingabout last night.”
Her enthusiasm catches her off guard. Pink dusts the apple of her cheeks straight away. It’s utterly precious.
“Did you now?” My lips twitch with a hidden smile, staring down at just how perfect she looks in our bed. Her dark hair fanned across the pillow, her sensual curves and tiny frame caged inside my arms. “What parts specifically?”
Mia swallows, and then her little pink tongue darts out to wet her lips. “The sharing. Also, the other stuff…”
She’s cute when she’s shy.
