“I want to see you,” he said. “All of you.”
There was a rasp in his voice that I swore hadn’t been there before, and it seemed to have everything to do with wanting to see me naked. Taking a deep breath, I pulled my sweater over my head, tossing it to the side.
I glanced down and saw that I’d worn my plain white bra. How boring. I also had on less-than-sexy underwear. Not granny panties, exactly, but cotton ones that were black with gray stripes.
I didn’t want him to see that, so I pushed myself to my feet and shoved my jeans and panties down together. But that left me wearing just the ugly bra, so I reached back and unclasped it, dropping it to the ground with the rest of my clothes.
I did all that without even looking at him. No way could I have continued if I’d seen his eyes on me.
“Show me,” he said when my gaze finally connected with his. His entire expression had changed. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his jaw clenched. “I want to see how you touch yourself.”
I was standing here, naked, but it still wasn’t too late to back out. I didn’t want to, though. I wanted to see what happened next. I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath. So, I’d start by doing what he said.
I sat down in the chair, all too aware of the cold leather against my bare legs. I closed my eyes and shook my head, tossing my hair back off my face, and pictured myself in my hotel room last night. I did exactly what I’d done then, first running both hands over my breasts and skimming my thumbs over my nipples.
Gradually, I moved downward, over my stomach and between my thighs, pushing my legs apart. I felt his eyes on me as my right hand drifted up the inside of my thigh. I moved slowly, drawing out the anticipation just as I had last night. Just as he’d do when it was his turn to touch me.
I sucked in a breath as my fingers made contact with my pussy. I slipped them inside, tossing my head back and teasing myself. But as I did last night, I gradually moved my fingers to the swollen bud at the apex of my thighs.
The scrape of a chair against the floor popped my eyes open. But I didn’t stop, even when I saw what was happening right in front of me. At some point, he’d removed his boxers and he sat in the chair, his cock in his hand. He was sliding over it slowly, his eyelids having gone even heavier.
I had to stop. I had to watch him.
If I lived a hundred years, I’d never get that image out of my mind. In fact, it might just be my go-to fantasy when I touched myself for the rest of my life.
Emerald had stopped moving and was staring at me. For some reason, that turned me on even more. I had to have her now.
Filled with renewed purpose, I released my grip on my dick and stood, crossing to my desk. I carefully set my laptop on the ground, but to hell with the rest of it. I swiped it off with my left hand and turned, ready to issue her next piece of direction.
But one look at her face froze me in my tracks. This was more than lust. The innocent, trusting look in her eyes tugged directly on my heart. I was feeling something here. Something I’d never felt before.
This was the woman who was going to have my babies.
It was barbaric, sure. She’d probably lose all interest if I said it out loud. All I knew was that for the first time in my life, I saw a future with someone. And I couldn’t wait to get started.
“Come here.” I reached out to her, fully intending the command to come out gruff. Instead, my tone was filled with emotion.
Emerald stood but didn’t take my hand. There was something in her expression I didn’t recognize. Reluctance. She didn’t want to do this. Disappointment washed over me, immediately dropping my mood from sheer elation to utter sadness. All I could do was stare at her, trying to work up the strength to ask what was wrong.
“I’m nervous,” she said.
A slight glimmer of hope grew in me. She wasn’t having second thoughts about me. She was nervous. I could work with that.
“We could go to my house,” I said. “If it’s the desk.”
She shook her head. “I want to do it here, now. I just…I’ve heard it hurts, and I don’t have protection. I’m on the pill, but…”
“I’ve got you,” I said. “Trust me. If this is what you want, I’ll take care of you.”
Her expression softened, and her shoulders slumped a little with apparent relief. It was then that I was once again aware of the fact that she was naked, standing in front of me, those big green eyes filled with sweet innocence. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I reached out my hand and she slipped hers inside it. Then I tugged her toward me, letting go of her hand and wrapping my arms around her. I wanted to capture her mouth with mine hungrily, but instead, I held back, lowering my face slowly toward hers and giving her a gentle, probing kiss before gradually working into something more.
When she moaned against my mouth, my restraint almost collapsed, but I held it in check. I pulled her even tighter toward me, pressing her breasts against my chest.