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Taking a breath, I answer him with a question. “What do I call you?”
A low sound rumbles from his chest. “I’ll tell you when I’m inside of you. Now strip.”
“St— W-what?”
Did he really just say that?
His shoulders roll back, like he’s fighting himself to not move. “Yeah, Sweet Girl, strip for me. Show me all of you.”
Every word out of his mouth hits me in the chest before gliding down, straight to my core.
This is what I want.
My fingers are unsteady, but the top button on my shirt finally pushes through, coming undone.
I’ve never let anyone see me naked. And I’ve certainly never stripped for an audience. I don’t know if he’s expecting me to move around while I do it because I don’t have the skills it takes to be a stripper, so the rest of me stays perfectly still until the final button slips free.
The material parts an inch, but remains clinging to me.
“Off, Payton. Show me those fucking tits.”
He sounds almost angry. Yet I don’t think anger is the emotion he’s feeling.
He’s turned on.
Somehow this handsome, intimidating man is attracted to me. Pining for me.
With a confidence I only partially feel, I pull the front of my shirt open before shrugging it off my shoulders. The material floats to the floor, pooling at my feet.
I’ve been too overwhelmed to even think about sucking my stomach in, and it’s too late now.
“The rest.” His voice is so scratchy, it sounds like it hurts. “Take off the rest.”
This is it.
I’m taking control.
With one quick motion, I shove my shorts down my hips and they drop down my legs. I kick the bunched material away from my feet. I don’t wear underwear to bed, so I’m bared to him. Completely.
Standing there, unsure what to do, I just let him look.
The man’s breathing is audible in the still room. And I can almost see the tension crackling in the space between us.
His knees widen, making room for me. “Closer.”
Trembling from nerves, or the cold, or excitement, I move forward until I’m standing between his spread legs.
My bed isn’t high off the ground, but his height puts us nearly face to face.
He raises his hands, ghosting them over the flesh at my hips… my sides… his thumbs brushing ever-so-softly along the underside of my breasts.
“This isn’t going to be gentle.” His sentence is punctuated by his hands closing around my breasts.
The heat startles me. It all startles me. The feeling of someone else’s hands on my bare skin is all new.
His fingers squeeze as he groans, pushing my breasts together. “I’m not going to make love to you, Sweet Girl.” He drops his hands to my hips, allowing my breasts to bounce free, and he jerks me forward, my body colliding with his. “I’m going to fuck you.”
He closes his mouth around one of my nipples.
