Leaning back on my hands, I nod. The bed is very comfortable, but I can feel electricity in the air and that isdistracting me from enjoying the pillowy soft mattress I am currently half-lying on.
“Mind if I join you?”
“It’s your house,” I hear myself saying.
Am I flirting with him?
TJ smiles as he takes slow, calculated steps toward me and then leans over me.
“Taylor.”
He pauses, and I stare up into his round eyes. There is something in them that I cannot read, but I want to find out what exactly he is thinking.
“TJ,” I say back.
“Have you ever been worshipped?”
My body freezes.
What is he talking about?
I open my mouth to ask just that, but TJ gets on his knees in front of me.
He slowly removes my shoes from each foot, and I swallow, throat suddenly dry.
“No, I haven’t,” I respond, unsure of where this night is leading but eager to find out.
“Mind if I show you?”
TJ licks his lips and places a kiss to my kneecap.
Stunned into silence, I nod.
TJ lets out a loud breath of relief. “I was hoping you would let me. You are a girl who deserves to be worshipped every day.”
His words cause my dry throat to get even drier, and I am at a loss for words.
He spreads my knees apart, and I want to close them, but the alcohol flowing through my body gives me the courage to allow him to separate them.
“Is this okay?” TJ asks as he pushes my dress up to mid-thigh.
“Yes,” I say hoarsely.
TJ kisses my thighs. “Lie back.”
I comply.
Lying back with my knees on the edge of the bed, I realize I am almost fully exposed to TJ’s eyes.
What must he be thinking?
Am I doing this right?
He pushes the hem of my dress up and I lift my butt up to allow him to reveal my black thong.
“So pretty,” TJ whispers, and I am almost positive I am not supposed to hear that, but I smile.
My smile leaves my face and a groan escapes my mouth as TJ kisses my most intimate area.