Page 22 of The Curve
“You smell great. It’s entirely your fault I’ve had an erection since we first met,” he says with a straight face.
“You’d better call a doctor.”
“Calling Doctor Bay, calling Doctor Bay,” he says in a sexy voice.
Omg! This is the best kind of embarrassment. One that you wouldn’t avoid for anything.
“I love when you do that thing with your lips when you’re embarrassed,” he says smiling. “Do I embarrass you? Is it this?”
He presses against me and I feel his cock, his eyes never leaving mine. I don’t pull away. Instead I up the ante by dropping my hand and grasping him gently. I use my fingers to trace its outline. His head leans back.
“I’m not embarrassed by you,” I say quietly.
“Ohhhh,” he moans.
I take my hand away. “We’d better go.”
His expression is so pitiful I giggle.
“Do we have to?” he says. “We could be late. Flat tire, business call, you weren’t ready on time. I can think of a hundred excuses, or no excuses.”
“No. If we decide to be intimate I don’t want the first time to be rushed. It’s been a long time coming for me.”
“If we decide? I’ve already made up my mind. And I’d say you have too.”
“You know what I mean.”
He doesn’t argue, doesn’t plead or cajole. He accepts with a quiet nod and a wink. Adorable sexy as hell man. I’m going to make you happy you waited.
* * *
Standingat the Swift front door is nerve wracking.
“Give me your hand,” he says.
“What?”
“I just want to hold your hand, Charlotte.”
“I don’t want Mallory to see us holding hands.”
A tipped head and slight smirk tell me he’s not in agreement.
“Who do you think gave me your schedule? She’s okay with us dating,” he says.
So I slip mine into his and hold on tight. I’m so nervous I’d climb into his arms like a toddler if he’d offer.
“You’re getting a kick out of this aren’t you?” I say, playfully pushing my body against his side.
“I am. You’re so fucking cute I can’t stand it.”
He leans back and looks at the back of my dress. “I’m not hating this. No bra?”
“No. It would have shown. Stop it! I’m too nervous to talk sex right now.”
This beautiful door looks foreboding. As if I’m about to enter a dungeon instead of this spectacular home. I’m terrified it’s going to open, which of course it will as soon as Atticus rings the bell.
“You ready now?” he says.
