Page 245 of The Reluctant Hero

His jaw is clenched with strain, but his eyes are searching mine.

“Are you sure?”

I blink and nod, unable to utter a word through my dry mouth. His eyes are gentle as his hand moves to the back of my neck. He squeezes a little, and I’m suddenly thrown back in time to my first day when he held me back.

Chills roll down my arms as my nipples bead. My lashes flutter as my eyes try to close. I fight to keep them open.

His nostrils flare when he sees the reaction, his lips turning up in a dark smile.

“Was it like this before?” He asks me tauntingly, following my thoughts as if he read my mind.

I nod, quicker this time, my neck feeling weak.

“If I had known, you would have missed your first day,” his musing sounds regretful.

I shudder, trying to imagine it. Where would we have gone? Into the elevator? I try to picture it. There’s no way between our height difference that he could take me against the wall. He’d have to pick me up.

My hands dip into his shorts to fist his erection.

He sucks in a sharp breath, and I look down.

His cock is flushed and throbbing. I can feel it pulse. Both my hands are around him, taking up his length with the head peeking out for my thumb to rub over. I smooth my hands over him reverently, my fear of his size a distant memory.

His other hand pulls his shorts down for me to see him clearly. The one on my neck tightens as if he’s ready for me to run.

I’m not going anywhere, but the sensation makes me shudder.

“Tunnen sinun katsovan,” he groans.

I don’t know what he said but the rawness of it makes my hands start moving over him. Working his flesh while he pants. He rains down low, guttural words to me as if he’s praising me. It feels good, from my emotions all the way to my body.

“Stop,” he mutters and my hands freeze like he pressed pause.

He lets out a soft laugh as his hand massages the back of my neck.

“So good for me. Hands off.”

I look up at him with narrowed eyes but my hands slide away, touching him for as long as possible. He shudders, his eyes staring into mine intently.

“Very good,” he gives me a smile and toes off his sneakers. “Strip.”

I blink at the single word, but my hands move on their own. My top is off before I realize it.

Why am I doing everything he says? And why does it feel so good? His approval warms me up. He’s quiet and intense, with a control over himself that I can’t imagine having.

He watches me avidly as I take off my bra, toeing my shoes off, too. Then, my pants. He lets out a soft groan when he sees my panties. When I slide them off next, he lets out a long, shaky exhale.

“Minä tykkään sinusta.Very much. I like you very much.” His mumble comes out as he stares at the soft curls over my mound. His eyes snap to me as if he’s waiting for my response.

He said so much more than Ilikeyou, and I’m not sure how to answer him.

His hand cradles my cheek, and his thumb moves over my lower lip, dipping inside. My tongue twirls around it. My lips draw the digit further inside.

“Do you like me,rakas?” His smile tilts wickedly as he watches me.

I nod, jostling his hand. When he removes his thumb I draw hard on it.

“Good. Sit on the bench.”

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