Page 18 of Cocky Player

With my hands holding hers, I brought them to my waistband.“Take off my shirt, Brenna.”

She blinked, a corner of her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth as her hands quivered.“Your shirt?”

“I want you to touch me.Get used to the feel of me.”

It’d been so damn long since I’dcravedthe innocent, fumbling touch of a woman, but when her hands pressed to me, the pulse of hers racing with nerves and fear and indecision it all feltnew.

I was wired with the electricity of it, as she tugged my shirt out of my waistband, shaking hands moving to the buttons.That lip of hers disappeared farther into her mouth with every button she undid and my grip tightened on her hips.Thumbs gently swirled around her hip bones.That soft flesh I knew hidden just inside of them.Her panted breaths were ragged, breasts heaved and fell as my shirt was undone and fell open.

“What now?”she asked, and it was the first time in several moments we’d spoken, the sound almost jarring, yet strangely erotic.Her lack of knowledge was the exact opposite of a turnoff.

I was hard as stone.I forced every muscle in my body to contract as I let go of her and slid my shirt off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor like a feather as her eyes widened and that lip finallypoppedfrom her teeth.

“I don’t know where to start.”

My belt.My chest.My dick.

Her mouth.Her hands.Herteeth.I wanted all of it on me.“Wherever you’re most comfortable, Brenna, but this is part of sex.The touching.The comfort with it.”

A shiver rolled through her and even with the dim lighting, only a lamp flicked on from the hall with the bedroom door opened, I still watched her cheeks pinken as her shaking hand lifted, pressed to my chest right over my heart.

It seared me with a force of a flame I hadn’t expected and I swayed back before collecting myself.

“Is this okay?”

There was nothingokayabout her innocent and nervous touch.

“Perfect.”I cleared my throat as she drifted to the other side, fingers brushing over my hair, a thumb swirling over my nipple shooting sparks straight to my balls.

“What do you want me to do?”I asked her, gritting my teeth so hard it was a wonder they didn’t snap.

“I don’t know what to ask for.You know what I want.”

Sex.It wasn’t happening.We were starting slow and yet it felt so damn fast.I brought my hand to her shoulder, trailing a single finger down her arm.“Does this feel good?”

“When you do that it feels like you’re touching me everywhere.”

A fucking finger on her arm had the same effect on her as her small, warm palm pressed to my chest as she brushed it down lower.I traced her movements.Sliding my hand to her stomach and where she touched me, I mirrored her own, touching harder, pinching her nipples through her dress until she gasped from the pleasure of it.

It was almost impossible to go slow after that beautiful, tortured little mewl echoed through the room even though she barely made a sound.My hands went to her back, her sides…searching until I found her zipper hidden in the seam.

I tugged it lightly, needing to see her body, not covered in cloth and hidden between my body and a wall or in a dark garden, but in my bed, where she was so pale it was possible she’d melt into my bed coverings and it’d take hours to find her.

Not that I’d complain at the search.

Based on everything else we’d done, I had the suspicion it would be more memorable than the best, hottestfuckingI’d ever done.

“Is this okay?”I asked as I slid it down.

“Yeah, please.”As she spoke, she began mirroring my movements, hands going to my belt, undoing it, she unbuckled it and popped open the button on my pants and had her hands on my zipper at the same time I finished her dress, shoving the strap off her shoulder, down her arm.

It slid to the floor andholy fuck shit crap…more spectacular than anything I could ever imagine was hidden beneath the confines of her dress.

It had bared everything while hiding everything that made her so uniquely her.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, and something thick lodged in my throat.My chest.I was not the guy who should be doing this with her.She should find a nice guy, one who’d be polite and slow and gentle.Someone who could take care of her after, whisper sweet words that weren’t a part of my vocabulary.And yet she was here.Mine.

I ducked and kissed her before she saw my uncertainty, the strange emotions pummeling my chest.She wasn’t mine because I was the only man to touch her.She was simply mine for now.

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