Page 40 of Kiss Me, Maybe

“So what I’m hearing is, you want someone to give you a show?” Her smirk is razor-edged. As her eyes darken, shiny pink lips parting on an intake of breath, all I feel is the undeniable edge of desire pooling low in my belly.

“If they’re willing,” I hedge, shrugging tense shoulders. “Who am I to turn them down?”

My blood heats at the picture she’s put in my head. Of Krystal putting on a show for me. Touching herself the exact way I tell her to. I’m almost tempted to ask for a demonstration here and now, despite how wildly stupid of an idea that would be. Except right now, with her staring at me the way she is, I can’t recall a single reason why.

“Oh, yeah?” Her mouth quirks up at the side. “So you’re saying you wouldn’t turn me down?”

“Who in their right mind would turn you down?” The words just come blurting out of me, no thought to the consequences.

Her body rises from the stool, eyes trained on me as she whips off her top in the space of a ragged breath. My eyes immediately fall to her lace bralette, sheer enough to make out brown nipples through the fabric.

Good fucking lord, what is this woman doing to me?

“What—” No amount of throat-clearing in the world can surpass the lump lodged at the back of my esophagus. “What are you doing?”

“Bringing your fantasy to life.” She chucks off her jeans. “Consider it a test. If this works the way I think it will, you’ll have a clearer idea if you’re sex favorable. Does that work for you?”

For a long moment, all I can do is stare at her. From her heavy breasts to the soft rolls of her body to the skimpiest pair of red panties I’ve ever seen.Does that work for me?What a stupid question. It’s taking all the self-control I can muster not to squirm in my seat,that’show much this works for me.

And yet…

There’s a wild, unhinged part of me that wants to see this ludicrous idea of Krystal’s through. To see more of her than I’ve ever seen of another person in the flesh. If there’s anyone I’d feel comfortable enough to act out one of my sexual fantasies with, it’s her.

“Or I can put my clothes back on.” She crosses her arms over her chest, suddenly self-conscious.

“Don’t you dare.”

Surprise touches her features, that pink blush coloring her skin again before her mouth transforms into the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen. I rise from my seat, carefully moving her arms to uncross over her chest. I take her in from a closer vantage point, sucking in a shallow breath. God, she’s gorgeous. So gorgeous, it’s unfair. I lick my dry lips, clocking as her gaze moves down my face to watch the movement.

“Just to be clear…” She shivers as I whisper into her ear. “You want me to tell you what to do?”

She nods.

“You want me to tell you how to run your hands down your body? How to get off?” I ask. “You’ll do everything I say, exactly the way I tell you?”

She bites her bottom lip, then nods again.

“Okay, then,” I say. “Take me to your bedroom.”

Eighteen

She points to the door behind her, and then we practically sprint the whole way there. I chuckle to myself, but my palms are sweating.

Are we really going to do this?

The dark room casts half her body in shadow, the light from the hallway lighting the expanse of her tan legs as she sits on the bed. She crosses them at the knee as the mattress dips under her weight, exposing more of the skin beneath her thigh. Every breath comes out harder the longer I stare at her. Anticipation heats my skin, warming me from the inside out as I wonder what she’ll do next. Will she start by undressing the rest of the way, or wait for my direction?

But just below the excitement thrumming through my veins is anxiety, making my hands shake. What if I’m not good at this? It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if my fantasies were meant to be just that—fantasies. As curious as I’ve been about what sex with another person would be like, I’ve never felt unsatisfied by what only I can give myself. I don’tneed sex to have a fulfilling relationship with someone. What does it mean that I may want it anyway?

“I’m not sure what to do.” Krystal gives a nervous laugh that deflates all the tension in my shoulders. “Is this a good position to start in?”

“If you’re comfortable,” I say, and she tells me she is. “This is a bit weird, isn’t it?”

“No.” She shakes her head after thinking a moment. “I’d say it’s new, but not weird. It’s normal for something we’ve never done before to take some adjusting.”

I’m relieved she feels that way. It makes me less anxious about moving forward. She’s right. There doesn’t have to be anything weird about this. It’s… an adjustment. It’s us getting to know each other in a new way.

“You’re right.” I let out a breath, easing a shoulder against the doorway. “This is… new. It’s okay if there are a few bumps at first. We’ll get through them.”

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