Page 105 of Outlaw Heartstrings
“So good.” I laugh. “Relaxed. You?”
“Really good,” he says. “But I can’t lie. I made a bit of a mess all over myself.” He chuckles embarrassedly.
“I did, too,” I confess. I squeeze my legs together and I’m a sticky mess down there.
Easton hesitates. “Can I come in…?”
I glance around, quickly reaching for a sheet and wrapping it around myself. “Um, okay…”
There’s a bit of shuffling and then the door opens. Easton’s tall frame fills the doorway, backlit by the light from the hallway.
“Hi…” he says from where he stands.
“Hi…” I reply, unable to stop grinning in the dark.
“Gimme a second,” he says, and then he hustles into what appears to be a bathroom.
The water turns on and I hear some more shuffling. But a few short minutes later, he’s back, lowering to sit on the edge of the bed.
He flicks on the bedside lamp and warm light fills the room.
A fire ignites in Easton’s eyes as he watches me in his bed, vulnerable and wrapped up in his sheets in my post-orgasmic bliss.
“Can I?” he asks, and I nod before he gently pushes back the sheet, exposing just my lower body. His warm palm glides up my inner thigh, coaxing me to open for him.
I do without hesitation, and with the warm cloth in his hand, he wipes me clean. His eyes get their fill of me, and I spread a little wider, exposing myself to him. It feels good when he watches me this way. Like he wants me. Like not being able to have me is driving him crazy.
When the rag brushes over my clit and I moan, Easton slowly backs away and rises from the bed.
“I should go…” he says, his voice tight and strained.
“Easton, please…” I try to sit up.
But he shakes his head, backing away. “I want you to stay here tonight. I’ll take one of the guest rooms,” he tells me.
He’s trying to be the good guy here. I shouldn’t make this more difficult for him.
“Okay,” I say, trying not to sound disappointed. “Thank you.” I remind myself that we don’t need to rush this. We have all summer.
“Do you need anything?” Easton asks me. “Some water? A snack?”
I smile. He’s so fucking sweet. “I’m good,” I tell him.
He looks around the room. “Okay. I’m leaving.”
“Okay.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Finally, he turns to leave. But I call after him right before he walks out. “Easton?”
“Yes…” He turns to face me.
“Thank you for being patient with me. For not rushing things. I know there’s not much in this arrangement for you. Some other guy would probably be bored and annoyed with me by now. But you’re being so patient about all this.”
His massive chest rises and falls on a resigned exhale. “This is not just about sex for me, Alba.”
