Page 190 of Unexpected Hero

I go for coy and flirty, licking my lips and batting my lashes at him. “Do what?”

He drops my hand, closes the door, flips the switch to mark the room occupied, then takes another step. He never lets his eyes drift from mine.

“You don’t have to agree to have sex with me in here just to satisfy one of my kinks. I’m good with vanilla as long as it’s with you.”

My heart pitter-patters with those words. They make me want to please him even more.

I take another step toward the bed, adding a crick of my finger to beckon him closer. “Who said I’m doing it for you? You know it’s on my list too.”

Two more steps.

“Yeah, but we agreed to ease into your list.”

My legs hit the back of the bed, and I sit on the edge, nervousness and excitement accompanying my every movement.

He prowls closer, but given his slower pace, he’s still a few feet away. I inch toward the center of the mattress, keeping my eyes locked with his.

Once I’m in the center of the bed, I lower to my back, bend my knees, and spread my legs. “Consider me eased, babe.”

His expression turns molten as he reaches the edge of the bed and drinks in my provocative pose. “You sure, sugar bear?”

“Mm-hmm. Why don’t you check to see how sure I am?”

Emboldened with the confidence of an experienced kinkster — which we all know I’m not — I snake my hand between my thighs and move my panties to one side, exposing myself to him.

And whoever might be on the other side of the glass.

Why does that make it even hotter?

Pulse thrumming, I nibble at my lip. “Does it look like I’m sure or not?”

His sparkling eyes glance at my pussy, and he tilts his head to one side for a better look. With his palm cupping himself over his pants, he stares openly at what I’m offering. I know I’ve got him hooked when he licks his lips, his throat bobs, and he lets his jaw sag low.

Emboldened by the desire etched into his features, I brazenly drag my hand through my soaked flesh. I spread my fingers into an upside-down V to give him a little show.

Shit, this is empowering. I’ve never been so alive.

My body is mine — sexuality, desire, and all.

With a breathy whisper, I ask, “What’s the verdict, James? Do I want to do this in here or not?”

His chest expands with ragged breaths. “You fucking want it. And I’m going to give it to you, sweetness.” The grittiness in his tone alone would have flooded my core if I wasn’t already drenched.

Before I blink, he pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion. “Touch your clit, Lettie.”

Wearing a sly grin, I do as he says, excitement lighting up my skin. I mash my lips together to stifle a moan when my first two fingers come into contact with my clit.

James’s eyes are fixed on the apex of my thighs as he bends down to remove one shoe. “Does it feel good, Lettie?”

No longer trusting my voice — because this got real, really freaking fast — all I can do is nod.

He slips off the other shoe, slow and methodically. “As good as when I do it?”

“No.”

It’s true. He’s better at pleasing me than I am at pleasing myself. According to Stella and Freya, that’s uncommon. Lucky me, I guess. Or not.

He tugs on one end of his belt, slowly pulling it through the hoops of his pants. He’s always so in control. “Rub your clit faster for me.”

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