Falling Down(46)

"Yeah, and?"
"Jesse, come on."
"I'm just a guy, Lucy."
"No, you're not. You were my schoolgirl crush--a fantasy. Now here you are standing in front of me, ready to get naked with me. On top of that you're this mega rockstar who has had so many women that you probably lost count years ago. You're a rockstar who probably knows more about pleasuring a woman than--than the women themselves."
He folds his arms over his chest and watches me pace, his face void of any expression.
"Go on," he encourages.
"Ugh, you want me to spell it out?"
"Please do because I thought we'd been over this already."
"We have been. But…" I break off as I stop, head down. I'm just going to blurt this out, get it out there. I hate making myself vulnerable but maybe he can fix that if I tell him what I feel.
"But…"
I look up and meet his gaze. "I feel inadequate, Jesse."
His eyebrows raise and his surprise couldn't be more evident. "What? Are you kidding me right now?"
I shake my head and bite my lip.
He steps forward and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. I love when he does that. It makes me feel sexy.
"Lucy, you're beautiful--beyond beautiful."
"Not just that, Jesse," I whisper.
"Inadequate sexually?"
I nod.
"I really don't think that's going to be an issue, Lucy."
"I'm not a virgin but I'm not all that experienced either. I mean, oh you know what I mean."
"Again, likely not an issue, not with the chemistry between us."
"But--" he presses his index finger to my lips, cutting me off.
"Why don't we address these issues one at a time?"
I nod. What else can I do with his finger against my lips than be quiet and let him take over? I'll admit, him taking over sends a little thrill zinging through my body.
He steps back and sits on a padded bench at the end of his bed. He starts unlacing his boots and removes them and his socks. When he's finished, he walks up to me, standing behind me. Then he reaches up and starts unzipping my dress and my breath falters.
You've got this, Lucy. You can do this. You want this. You're sexy, you're smart, and this incredibly sexy rocker that you've lusted over for nearly half your life wants you. You! You can give as good as you get. Give it, Lucy.
When the zipper presses against my lower back, he doesn't push the dress off my shoulders and I don't hold it up, yet it doesn't fall. He walks around in front of me and crosses his arms and I look up at him from underneath my lashes and wet my lips with my tongue.
He meets my gaze. "Shrug."
I do and the dress falls. He blows out a breath that is more of a hiss. "Holy f*ck."
He steps forward and traces a finger along my collarbone. "Lucy."
"Huh?" is all I can manage when his finger dips down into the cup of my bra and rubs against my nipple.
"It's a crime for you to hide this body."
He steps forward and presses his lips to mine, giving me close-mouthed kisses, no tongue, but it doesn't detract from the passion he brings me. His hands cup my breasts and gently squeeze.
He steps back.
"Your belly button is pierced."
"Uh-huh."
"I thought it was part of the costume for the shoot."
"Nope."
"Fuck, that's sexy."
"I'm kind of disappointed you took your lip ring out."
He grins. "I didn't want to wear it on our date. Had I known it turned you on…"
He trails off and just stares.
"Know what?"
"Hmm?"
"I think we're going to go with your earlier suggestion."