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I’m someone else, someone fearless—a woman who takes what she wants.
“Then we should remove this.” He runs the pad of his thumb across the right strap of my bra.
My throat dries.“Please.”
I tense, feeling myself grow wetter by the minute. I almost roll my hips back into him, curious to see if he’s getting as turned on as I am.
He unclasps my bra, and the straps slip off my shoulders, leaving me in nothing but the shorts I wore under my dress. His eyes hungrily take in every inch of my exposed breasts.
I feel beautiful, vulnerable, and desirable.
I’ve never felt sexy before. But now, with him drinking me in, I’m every definition of the word. I’m sure of it.
He leans in close, pressing his body into me as his lips hover over my ear. “It’s actually unfair how fucking perfect you are.”
I swallow hard. His arousal presses against the dip of my lower back.
I am his, completely and utterly. I know he feels it.
Matthew’s fingers hook into the waistband of the boy shorts I had on under my dress. I hold my breath as he pulls them down, revealing my panties.
“Thank you,” I say. He helps me step out of them.
“No, Molly; thankyou.” His fingers trail up the backs of my thighs, over my hips, and up to my chest.
Oh my god.
He cups my breasts, softly kneading them. He pulls me closer, connecting my spine with his chest. He takes my nipples between his index and middle fingers, pinching them until they’re stiff and aching.
My cheeks heat.
I’m on the edge with just a touch.No way.
Matthew’s free hand slithers down the slope of my stomach until it reaches the waistband of my panties.
“How’s your other hand feeling?”
“It’s perfectly fine.”
“Are you able to use it to take these off for me?” Matthew says in a voice I don’t recognize. Thick and commanding, loaded with a charge I want to be on the receiving end of. “I want to watch.”
I use my good hand to trace the lines on his skin. The ones with a decade more of experience than I have. Sure, ten years isn’t much, but our age difference has never felt as apparent to me as it does now. I like it. He makes me feel cared for and safe.
Even if nothing happens, even if I can’t quite get tothatplace with him, I ache for him to run the callouses on his knuckles over my skin. It’ll be enough.
I slowly glide my panties down beneath his watchful, virile gaze. The act is making me all sorts of shy. I need to get into the tub as soon as possible before my whole body turns red from holding my breath.
“Fuck, Molly.” He wraps his arm tighter around my waist, pulling my naked body against his jeans. The rough, dust covered fabric feels like a livewire against my thighs. “You’re gonna have to get in that bath before I lose my mind.”
I smile. Guess hecanread my thoughts.
As I sink into the tub, foamy water coats my skin, hitting the tops of my breasts. Matthew white-knuckles the countertop, his head tilted toward the floor. He looks as if he’s as close to shattering every sense of control as I am.
He slowly turns and strolls over to me, grabbing the showerhead. I want to see more of him.
“Um,” I begin.
“Yes?”
