“I know we’re supposed to be friends when we’re not meeting up.” His tone was breathier, his cheekbones flushed pink. “But I can’t stop thinking about how hot you looked last weekend. How much I want to see you come again.”
“Really?” My voice cracked, because of course it did.
“Yeah.” He leaned back against the wall. “What do you say? No recording, just us.”
“I…okay.” I huffed out a laugh. “I have no idea what to do right now. I’ve never done this before.”
“Me either. How about I start, and you stop me if I’m making you uncomfortable or you don’t like it?”
“Okay.”
His expression went molten.
“Do you have something on under your sweater?”
I nodded, my heart beating so fast I could feel it thudding in my veins.
“Take your sweater off.”
I did, fumbling a bit from both nerves and excitement.
“So hot,” he purred. “Slip your hand under your shirt and touch your chest for me.”
11
HAYDEN
Ignoring the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I slipped my hand under my shirt and focused on the excitement hovering under my nerves.
“That’s it,” he said in that sexy rumble that hit me in all the right places. “Now show me how you like to be touched.”
Feeling a bit self-conscious, I rubbed my pecs.
“Are your nipples hot spots for you too?”
“Not really. My stomach is.”
“Yeah? Show me where.”
I trailed my hand down my stomach and rubbed just under my belly button.
“You know what I’d do if I was there with you?”
“What?”
“I’d tease that spot. First, I’d use my hands and get you all warmed up. Then, when you’re feeling really good, I’d use my mouth.”
“You would?” I stopped rubbing my stomach and focused on his words.
“Yeah,” he said, his eyes black with desire. “Maybe kiss it, lick it. Would you like that?”
I nodded.
“What else? Show me where you want me to touch you.”
“Maybe here?” I pulled my hand from under my shirt and rested my fingers against my throat.
“Hmmmm,” he rumbled. “I liked kissing you there. Liked how you squirmed under me. Is that the only type of touch you like?”