Page 179 of Nyx

"I knew it," he whispers, placing a soft kiss on my hip.

"I-umm... I didn't shave. I didn't know this was going to hap—"

He stands once again, his eyes mere inches from mine.

"Do you feel the need to shave for sex, Juliet?"

"What?"

"Do you want to shave for sex?"

"I just always—"

His finger curls under my chin, halting my words.

"Do you want to shave for sex?"

I pause, not knowing exactly what to say.

"If you feel the need to shave for sex, we can go in the bathroom right now, and I'll shave you myself. If that's what you want."

I try not to let my mind get lost in the intimacy of him shaving me. Although I don't hate the idea, I know that's not the reason why he's asking.

"How do you feel about it?" I counter.

He shakes his head, and I grip his waist tighter when I feel his muscles tense, like he's going to step back.

"It's your body, Juliet."

"Does it bother you?"

He shakes his head. "It doesn't matter to me either way. I'm comfortable with whatever you're comfortable with."

"Okay," I tell him. "Let's proceed."

He smiles at me.

"Am I ruining this?" I ask.

"Not at all," he assures me as he lowers back into a crouch right in front of my body.

I look up at the ceiling. I don't feel demoralized by his attention solely on me, but I'd be lying if I said the scrutiny wasn't tipping on the edge of unease.

"Is this what you wanted me to see for myself?" he asks, his breath hot on my skin.

I tremble, my knees buckling and almost making me drop to the floor when he swipes his finger over the front of my panties.

I glance down, seeing him look right up at me as he swipes his finger there again.

My damp panties provide no real barrier from his attention, and the throb of my clit feels almost too powerful to ignore.

I nod, loving the way he smiles up at me.

"I like this, Juliet," he says, his voice nearly a growl as he leans closer.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my hand reaching out to the top of his head.

"I was going to have a taste," he says.