A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime(94)

“I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done anything before,” I admit, hating how closely he’s watching me. If I had my choice, I’d run and hide after such a confession.

“I can show you.”

“You want to show me?” My voice comes out squeaky, and I close my eyes.

The humiliation is almost too much to bear.

“I will show you whatever you want,” he says, his voice rich with promise.

“Will you get undressed for me?” The words are out before I can stop them.

His smile is faint. “Is that what you want?”

I nod. I’m in this far, and once I see him naked…

There is no going back.





THIRTY-SIX





CREW





My sweet little innocent Birdy is adorable.

Adorably sexy.

Completely teachable.

Utterly fuckable.

I can mold her into everything I could ever want, and it’s tempting, so fucking tempting, to completely corrupt her and take her virginity tonight. It wouldn’t take much. She’s so damn responsive, I know I could do it.

But I want to take this slow. I want to make it good for her. And while I’ve done nothing but that the last couple of moments we’ve shared, my sexual frustration is through the roof. I’ve never had such a raging case of blue balls in my life.

I need relief.

I can’t be too demanding though. She’ll cut and run, and I can’t have that. I need her to want me, to want to do this with me. Despite my stance on relationships and never committing myself to just one girl, I’m starting to care about her.

And I want Wren to care about me too.

From the glow I see currently in her gaze, she’s hot and bothered. Needy. She likes how I’m holding her captive, my fingers circling her wrists. Her arms above her head make her thrust her chest out and I’m dying to see those tits again. They’re perfect.

Everything about her is perfect.

I remember what my brother said. How I shouldn’t let myself get tied down by a girl. It’s not the first time he’s said something like that, and most likely won’t be the last either. I know he’s right. I’m only eighteen.

But this girl…

I’m addicted.

I can’t get enough.

I release my hold on her and roll off the bed, standing next to it. She scrambles into position, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, her gaze never leaving mine.

“You want me to strip?” I sound amused because hell, I am amused. Everything Wren does tends to surprise me.

And I like it.

She nods. “Yeah. I do.”

I reach for the front of my shirt and start unbuttoning it, undoing each one slowly, revealing the white T-shirt I’ve got on underneath. She watches me with her hungry gaze, focused on my chest, and when I shrug out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor, she releases a soft sigh.

A chuckle leaves me. “I haven’t even shown any skin yet.”

“Your arms.” She waves a hand at me. “I really like them.”

“You just say whatever’s on your mind, don’t you?”

“Only with you,” she admits, her cheeks turning pink.

“I like it, Birdy.” I grab the neck of my T-shirt from behind and yank it off in one smooth move. “You should join me.”

“Join you how?”

“You strip too.”

“Oh.” She glances down at herself. “I don’t know. I’m self-conscious.”

“And you don’t think I am?” Well, I’m really not. The appreciation I see in Wren’s eyes is a total ego boost for one. Everyone needs a girl like Wren staring at you as if she thinks you’re a god.

“No, I don’t. Look at you.” Her gaze slides over my pecs, down to my stomach.

My cock twitches almost painfully against the front of my jeans.

“Look at you,” I return, my voice low. “You’re sexy as fuck with your innocent words and fuck-me eyes.”

She blinks. “What do you mean?”

“You stare at me like you want to fuck me.” I reach for the front of my jeans, undoing one button. Then the next. And the next one after that, relieving the pressure off my dick.

Her gaze tracks my every movement. “I don’t mean to look like that.”

“It’s okay to admit you want to fuck me, Wren.” I undo the last button, letting my fly hang open, revealing the top of my black boxer briefs. “I want to fuck you.”

“You do?” She sounds surprised.

Laughter bursts out of me. “Of course, I do.”

Her smile is small. “You want me to strip with you?”

“If you want.” I keep my tone casual, so I don’t seem too anxious.

She sits up straighter, shedding her sweater and letting it fall to the floor. She’s wearing the bra she had on a couple of nights ago. The one that barely restrains her perfect tits that I can’t help but stare at.

“This isn’t so bad,” she admits, sinking her teeth in her lower lip. “I like the way you’re looking at me.”

“And I like the way you’re looking at me.” I keep my distance, trying to pace this right, when all I really want to do is jump her.