Page 17 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

For a moment I thought he might still say no. I thought he might turn me down and leave me standing there on my front porch, horny and confused and so damn weak in the knees that I really could have fallen over at any moment if he had let go.

But he didn’t let go. He didn’t leave.

“You’re absolutely sure?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow in a way that made him look even sexier, if that was possible.

I nodded slowly. “I’m positive. This is what I want.”

I didn’t even wait for his answer. I put my key in the door, pushed the door open, and hoped he’d follow me in.

Thank God he did.

I sat down on the couch and he took the lead, which was good, since it had taken every ounce of my courage and resolve just to get the words out that had brought us this far.

He climbed on top of me and slowly pushed me downward into a lying position as his tongue met mine, and I loved the taste of him. He was minty fresh, exactly like you’d expect a man as sexy as him to taste.

This honestly felt like a dream. Never had I kissed—or even been this close to—anyone who looked like him before. It wasn’t a dream, though, and I was reminded of that fact when I felt his fingertips brush through my hair.

No, this was very, very real.

I felt his hand slide down from my hair to the back of my shoulders. He inched it in between my shoulder blades so that his hand was between my body and the couch, his fingers finding the zipper on the back of my dress as I belatedly realized that he wanted to get me naked.

Naked.

With him.

Now.

I felt a tingle go down my spine as he slowly pulled on the zipper and his hand slid down my back. It couldn’t have been an easy move with the entire weight of my body on top of his hand, but he seemed to do it effortlessly. His strength amazed me.

Once the zipper was entirely down and he reached right to the top of my ass, he pulled his mouth away from mine. He straddled me, his eyes glued to my body. He was looking at me like I was a piece of candy as he carefully put both hands on the top of my dress sleeves and began to peel it off of me.

I made no move to stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. I normally would have been at least a little bit shy about showing my body to someone I barely even knew—well, no.

I normally would have been very shy about doing something like that. For starters, I didn’t get naked with people I didn’t know. That just didn’t happen in my world.

Not since my college days, at least.

But it didn’t feel weird with him. It didn’t feel awkward or strange at all, even though I realistically should have been feeling all of those things.

The way he looked at me, though… it was enough to take my breath away, to make me forget about all of my own insecurities as I got lost in his eyes. He was looking at me like he wanted this every bit as much as I did, like he was turned on just by the idea of seeing me naked.

And that realization?

Yeah, that was hot.

Really hot.

And damn, so was he. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped a little bit as he peeled the dress off my breasts. I hadn’t been able to wear a bra with my tight black dress, and the look on his face as my breasts came into view made me happy about wearing that uncomfortably tight dress for the first time that night.

I lifted my hips off the couch, allowing him to slide it down and expose the black lacy thong I’d been wearing underneath. After I was wearing nothing but my panties, he immediately made a move for the breasts he’d been unable to take his eyes off of.

He leaned down and just as sensually as he kissed my mouth, he began to kiss my breasts.

It took my breath away when his tongue reached my nipples and was doing soft circles around them. Every move he made sent a tingle through my whole body, even though he only had his hands and mouth at my breasts. It felt so good, and it only made me want more.

I reached for him, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt as he grazed my nipple with his teeth, making me gasp out loud. I wanted to see him naked, too. I wanted to feel his body against mine.

He got the picture, and when I was on the last button, he not only ripped his shirt off but began to unbutton his pants and quickly stepped out of them, too.

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