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“Logistics.” I grinned at him because that was a far better way to look at this part of the prep. “And you better plan on delivering on that promise. I want no senses left. Not a one.”
“Not gonna stop till you forget your name.” Laughing hard, Malik gave me another fast kiss before getting out of bed. “We’ve got all day, and I intend to use every minute wisely.”
“Go now before I get impatient and wind up blowing you instead.”
“Hey, I’m easy.” Malik held up both hands. “We could do that now, and sex—”
“Now.” I used my most decisive tone. “We’ve waited long enough.”
I didn’t want to lose my nerve, but if I confessed being nervous to Malik, he’d undoubtedly offer to postpone or go even slower on getting ready to try it. Both of which would only leave me more on edge. I wanted to get the first time over with. Not because I was dreading it but because I kept building it up in my head. My brain kept alternating between hype and worry over everything that could go wrong. Which was silly because Malik had said more than once that even if it ended up being awkward or uncomfortable or whatever we could always try again. This wasn’t my only chance to get fucked, but try explaining that to my racing mind and pounding pulse.
After Malik pulled on clothes and headed into the snowy morning, I hightailed it to the bathroom. I’d hidden the supplies for this part under the sink. The various how-to articles had been split about whether this level of prep was really necessary, but apparently, all the pornstars douched. I liked the idea of being porn-worthy clean for Malik. Like he’d said, if one ignored the logistics, there was something rather sexy in getting ready for him, knowing that we were going to fuck, and I was doing this for both of us.
If I could make sense of the directions, that was. No way did I want to screw this up, nor was I calling Malik back to try to explain the small print to my squirrel brain. I flipped the brochure over. Pictures. Thank fuck. The world’s worst cartoon body, but it was enough to give me a general idea. I ended up doing it twice to make extra sure, then took my time in the shower. I hadn’t had a haircut in weeks, but the fluffiness of my hair bothered me way less than normal. Helped that Malik loved to touch it while we made out or when I went down on him.
After my shower, I did my best with the electric razor on my face. I was definitely making a barber appointment as soon as we were back in LA. Unless—
No, Avery. No, I did not need to be having stray thoughts about asking Malik for help shaving or with my shirt buttons for Megan’s party, thin excuses to have him come over and fool around. Malik wouldn’t be interested in casual booty calls forever, and anything more…well, that was the big-scary and bad-scary all wrapped together, a tangle I couldn’t let myself examine.
Instead, I busied myself toweling off. An extra moment for aftershave and the tattoo-refreshing lotion I used when I wanted to look particularly fresh. But really, that was an excuse to linger over whether to go out in the towel or slip on the panties I’d brought into the bathroom with me. Fuck it. I was clean, and I’d never felt sexier, and Malik sure as hell wasn’t going to send me back to change. My sex serpent look never failed to make us both hard, and I could practically hear his voice in my ear, telling me to wear whatever made me happy.
And sure enough, a sharp inhale sounded as soon as I opened the bathroom door.
“Oh damn, you put the white panties on.” Malik was lounging in the center of the bed under the covers. His chest was bare again, but there were steaming coffee cups on the little table and a stack of wrapped pastries, proving he’d been busy on his journey into the cold.
“That okay?” Despite the resolve I’d had five seconds earlier, I bit my lip.
“Hell yes. Come over here and warm me up, baby. You’re hot as fuck in those, and I can’t wait to feel them on me.”
“Me too.” I scampered over to the bed and threw back the covers as I pounced on him.
“Damn.” He drew the word out as he cupped my ass, dragging me against his hard cock. “And you smell good too. You’re going to make it difficult to deliver on my promise to take all day, but I love that you made yourself all sexy for me.”
“For me too,” I admitted. The white fabric was slippery satin like my favorite pillowcase, but a finer material with subtle lace details and a well-constructed pouch to show off my package. “I like how they make me feel. Sexy, yeah, but also powerful.”
