In the Dark (The Rules #2)(70)

Yet he doesn’t really know me at all.

That realization nearly sends me to my knees.

“You are so f*cking gorgeous,” he breathes as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Take off the panties. Slowly.”

Oh, he’s getting off on this and I am too. My skin feels like it’s on fire as I wrap my index fingers into either side of my skimpy underwear and start the descent downward. I pull on one side first, revealing my hip, then a little further down before I do the same with the other side. My pubic hair is peeking over the top of my waistband and again, the momentary panic comes on.

What if he likes it when a woman is completely shaved, waxed, whatever? I should’ve asked before. He’s seen me naked countless times but the whole bare look is just…not for me. I think it’s sort of ick and high maintenance, especially considering up until a few months ago, I wasn’t flashing my lady bits at anyone, let alone a guy.

But does Gabe like that sort of thing? He’s never complained but that doesn’t mean anything. What’s his preference? Completely bare or hair, that is the question….

“Fucking sexy, Luce. Jesus.” He growls the last word, looking ready to lunge at me and I pull my panties back up, covering myself completely. He sits up straight, runs his hand over his mouth. “You teasing me or what?”

“Um.” I shouldn’t ask. I shouldn’t ask. “So.” Don’t do it! “What’s your opinion on…pubic hair.”

Oh, crap. I asked. Do I feel so comfortable with him now that I blurt out ridiculous questions like that?

Yep, guess I do.

He frowns. “Why do you ask?”

“Do you like hair or bare?” It’s sort of fun, how the words rhyme but really, that’s about the only thing fun in regards to asking this question. How lame can I be? And what if he answers bare? Then I’m screwed.

“Lucy, as long as it’s you, I don’t really care,” he says with utmost sincerity.

I almost want to laugh with relief. He always knows just what to say to reassure me. Arouse me. Make me feel special—like he really cares. “But what if I’m growing a forest down there?”

Amusement twinkles in his gaze. “Then I’ll hack through it until I find what I’m looking for.”

“Oh, my God,” I choke out just before I start laughing. The man I want more than anything is sitting before me completely naked and I’m standing in front of him wearing nothing but a lace bra and panties and we’re talking about him hacking through my overgrown pubic hair until he can get what he wants.

Not that I’m growing a wild bush down there. I trim it. I just don’t wax it…

Seriously, I’m too focused on silly stuff. I love that we can laugh together. I love the sound of his laughter, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, how intense his gaze is, how he looks at me like no one else is important to him. Just me.

Just me.

The hair or bare question seemed to come out of nowhere and I meant every word I said. I don’t care if I have to cut that shit down with a chainsaw, if that’s what it takes to get to Lucy’s * then I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.

No matter what.

I wave a finger at her, indicating she needs to get moving. “Take your panties off, babe. I’m waiting.”

Her laughter dying, she starts to slip her panties off once more, agonizingly slow, revealing herself bit by bit, until the blue lace is stretched across her full thighs, seemingly showcasing that beautiful * of hers. I’m dying to put my mouth on her but I can’t do it. Not yet at least.

I want to enjoy my show first. My cock f*cking hurts, it aches with wanting to feel those sexy lips on it. It twitches in anticipation when she kneels back down, her hands on my knees as she scoots her body closer. So close I can smell her fragrant skin, feel her hair tickling the inside of my thighs. Her nearness makes me dizzy. Makes me want to grab her. Kiss her. Say something stupid like…

Don’t leave me. Ever.

“I want your mouth on me,” I tell her.

Her eyes glow when they meet mine. “I want you in my mouth.”

“Yeah?” I touch her hair, thread my fingers through the silky strands and give them a little tug. She knows what I want. We’ve played at this long enough that even though it’s been a while since we were together, I know she remembers what I like.

I know I sure as hell remember what she likes.

She bends forward and presses her mouth to the inside of my left thigh, kissing me there. I close my eyes for a brief moment, not wanting to miss a thing but damn, that felt good. Overwhelmingly amazing.

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, I count to ten. I need to get myself under control before I blow too quick and ruin everything.

Lucy kisses the sensitive skin just below my stomach, her tongue licking at the trail of hair that leads to my cock. I hiss in a breath when her mouth brushes against it and when she darts her tongue out for a lick directly across the tip, time seems to stand still.

All I can do is stare. Tighten my fingers in her hair, push it away from her face so I can watch. Damn, I love to watch. She draws my cock into her mouth, just the tip. Sucking on it. Her tongue teases the flared head, her mouth stretching wide as she takes me all the way in, as far as she can go. Everything within me goes completely still as I continue to watch, hypnotized by the easy rhythm she starts up, her head bobbing up and down on my cock.