She nearly cried out when he withdrew that finger completely.
“I’m glad you agree, love. Now hop up and take off the rest of your clothes. I want to see you.”
She blinked a couple of times before she processed what he was saying. “But I was so close.”
A sexy little smile curled his lips up. “No you weren’t, but you will be. Avery, trust me. I’ll give you what you need. Now give me what I need. I need to see you.”
He wasn’t seeing enough of her? Her pussy was out for him to see. Why did he have to push it? Most men would have just shoved her skirt up and had their way with her, but no, Lee Donnelly had to make a huge production number out of it.
Because it was important. Because sex should have meaning beyond having an orgasm and falling asleep. Because he took it seriously.
She finally figured it out. Yes, he was looking for pleasure, but beyond that he was looking for something more. He was looking for a connection. He was looking for trust and honesty, and she wanted all those things, too. This whole night could have been a forgettable and likely regrettable fling, but Lee seemed intent on teaching her something. That she mattered. That what she wanted mattered, and she shouldn’t accept less so she had to take what he wanted just as seriously.
“Talk to me, Avery.” Serious green eyes pinned her. He wouldn’t let her get away with anything, and that suddenly seemed sexy to her.
“I’m afraid when I take my clothes off that you won’t want me anymore.”
He groaned and put his forehead to hers. “Damn it, baby. We have a lot of work to do. You were in an accident, and you’re worried I won’t like the scars, right?”
“Yes, though they mostly faded. I’m also worried about how big I am. I’m not pencil thin, and my breasts sag. I have stretch marks.” She hadn’t really thought about those. They told a story, those stretch marks and the way her breasts hung, and he wouldn’t be able to avoid the C-section scar that split her body in a curve above her pelvic bone. Would he ask? Would he know what it meant? Would it mean a thing if she didn’t tell him? “I had a baby when I was eighteen.”
She hadn’t told anyone about Maddie. Thomas had only found out because he’d run a background check on her before she was hired. She’d kept that part of her life utterly secret, but sitting on his lap with her body warm and his arms around her, it seemed wrong to withhold it. That was what she was doing, she suddenly realized. She was withholding. She was using the knowledge like a wall to keep herself safe. No one had to know the real Avery Charles and then no one could really hurt her, but suddenly it also seemed like no one could really connect with her, either. No one could love her.
His face softened. “What happened? Was it the accident?”
Those hands, so dominant and intent the moment before, now stroked and pulled her close. He was fluid in his comfort, moving from predatory sexual male to protective and open in an instant. He’d said he would give her what she needed. And what he seemed to need was her trust. “I don’t want to talk about it tonight, Lee. Please. I’m not trying to shut you out. I just don’t want tonight to be about the past.”
He sighed. “I’ll have the story, Avery. I’ll have all your stories in the end, but we’ll play this your way tonight.”
She nodded. He’d given her something, and it was time to return his kindness. She scooted off his lap. Just moments before she’d felt sexy and powerful, and now she was right back to awkward and ungainly. And her pussy was really wet. Should she clean that up?
“Hold on.” Lee looked ridiculously decadent sitting on her little couch. It was far too small for him, but he inhabited the space like he owned it. “Don’t touch your skirt yet. I like it like this. You look like you hiked it up for your Master so he could play with you and get you ready for a nice long fuck. Your pussy is awfully pretty. Why did you start shaving? Most women who aren’t having sex wouldn’t bother.”
He was staring at her pussy. It was so weird and so hot. “Surgeries. I had a few in that area and they always shaved me. I hated the way it felt when it started to grow back.”
Sometimes shaving her girl parts was the only time they were ever touched.
“It’s beautiful.” His thumb came out, and he slowly swiped down the center. His thumb was covered in her juice and without a single obvious inhibition, he sucked it into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Has anyone ever eaten that pussy? Has anyone ever put their mouth on it and made a meal of you?”
Yes, this was what she needed. She needed to sink into the moment, letting it crowd out all of the tragedy of the past. She’d lived there for so long, and she didn’t want to tonight. She wanted to be in the moment and the moment meant Lee. “No. No one’s ever touched me down there with his mouth.”
Lee sat back, crossing his legs. “I thought not. We’ll get to that. Now take off the clothes. I’m not asking you to do this because I’m trying to decide if I want to sleep with you or not. We’re going to fuck, baby. That’s a foregone conclusion. I’m asking because I want to see you naked.”
“I didn’t think you were asking at all,” she muttered, her heart racing a little.
“Excellent, then you’re learning. Take off your clothes. This is what we call the presentation. A good submissive will present herself to her Master, showing him exactly what she’s offering him—her beautiful body and her trust that he can take care of her.”
He wasn’t giving her any way out. He was saying all the right things. Could she really trust it? He was almost too good to be true, but good things came around so rarely in her life that she was going to risk it. She was going to grasp the moment with both hands, and if it all fell apart later, she would find a way to forgive herself. She pulled the tank top over her head and placed it on the chair behind her before working on her skirt. Her hands trembled slightly as she worked the button and undid the zipper. She pushed the skirt off, her hands touching the scars on her right leg, but he’d already seen those. He didn’t seem bothered by them.
All the while he sat back, silent, as though waiting for a show to begin. She folded the skirt, but her eyes were on him. She’d felt his erection before while she sat on his lap, but it tented his jeans and there was no way to miss just how long and thick it was. That had to be a trick of the light. He couldn’t be that big. He couldn’t be that aroused.