Page 102 of Outlaw Heartstrings
Cupping my cheek, Easton directs my attention back to himself. “Jagger is fast asleep, all the way upstairs and at the end of the hallway. And after the day he had, I’m pretty sure he’s out for the night.” Easton’s warm palm covers my breast, tweaking my nipple through my T-shirt. “And to be clear, I’m not asking you to spend the night with me, Alba.”
Now,I’mthe one confused. “So, what are you asking then?”
A wicked glint sparkles in his eyes. “You’re going to go to my bedroom,” he says quietly, “and you’re going to close thedoor…Then, you’re going to climb into my bed…and touch yourself for me.”
I swallow. “What…?”
“I want you naked in my bed, Tiny Tiger. I want your scent all over my sheets. I want you to scream my name into my pillows as you come all over your hands. And I want to talk you through it. That’s my wish tonight. Tell me if you want that, too.”
Oh my…Oh my…Wow…
For a second, I hesitate. I’ve never done anything like that before. Getting myself off has always been something private. A stolen moment. A dirty little secret, just for me.
But tonight, this man wants me to share that moment with him. And I want to do it.
I want to be brave and sexy and confident. I want to do it for Easton. I want to do it for me.
I suck in a breath. “Yes…”
A radiant smile takes over Easton’s face, and I waste no time sliding off his lap. He takes my hand in his and leads me down the ground floor hallway.
Standing outside of the closed door of his bedroom, Easton tenderly lifts my chin, making me look at him. “I’m not trying to pressure you. If you’re not comfortable—”
Grabbing the front of his T-shirt, I boldly yank him down toward me and kiss him dirty, not even allowing him to finish his sentence. “I consent, Easton. I consent freely and willingly.” I smirk. “Happy now?”
He smirks back. “Ecstatic.”
I push open the door to the large, dark bedroom. Attempting to come across as confident, I close the door in Easton’s face before he can offer me another way out.
I can’t see much of my surroundings, but thefeelof the roomis luxurious. The plush carpet beneath my feet. Therich cologne in the air. The lingering traces of Easton’s energy, if that makes any sense.
But now that I’m alone, I’m anything but confident. I stare at the big, cozy bed shrouded in shadows and I don’t know where to start.
I jump when my phone rings in the back pocket of my shorts. Easton’s name flashes on the screen. With a tentative smile unfolding across my lips, I answer the call.
“Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Tower?” I ask, a hint of snark in my tone.
He hits me right between the legs with the gravel in his deep voice. “You can help me by getting in my bed and coming all over my sheets.”
I whimper.Holy wow…
“You’re going to follow my instructions,” he tells me, no nonsense in his words. “I’m going to talk you through it. Step by step.”
“Okay…” I squeak back and his sound of satisfaction comes over the line.
That’s when I hear the floorboards creak on the other side of the door. Shit. He’s still standing right outside.
“Are you naked, Alba?” he asks me.
I fumble, feeling clueless about what to do. “Uh, um…no.”
“That’s all right, baby. Put the phone on speaker because you’re going to need both of your hands, okay?” Easton speaks patiently despite the husky quality to his voice.
“Okay,” I repeat, setting the phone in the middle of the mattress and putting it on speaker mode.
Easton’s whispered voice fills the bedroom. “Now, I want you to take off your shirt, and your bra, too…Take your time…Don’t rush…Pay attention to the way the fabric feels on your skin.”
Standing at the foot of the bed, I do exactly as he says, slowly lifting my T-shirt over my head and noticing the way the cotton feels gliding up my torso. Goosebumps sprout along my skin, everywhere the hem of my shirt kisses.
