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I stare at Chev’s chest, too embarrassed to make eye contact, but I don’t fight him when he places a finger under my chin and tilts my head back. He runs his thumb over my lip, his touch light, before urging me to look him in the eye.

I do, and I chew at my bottom lip as I take in his soft expression. His eyes dart all along my face as he searches for some sign of hesitance from me, but I don’t give one. I want to enjoy the closeness of physical intimacy with him, and I want to try. Besides, I trust that if I don’t like it, Chev will stop.

He won’t make me feel guilty or bad, and he won’t push me to do more than I’ve already agreed to.

Chev gulps. “I would be honored, my mate.”

He holds eye contact with me as he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me into his bedroom. He sets me on the bed, his movements slow, before he abruptly throws himself onto his back on the mattress.

“You’ll be in charge,” he explains. “I’ll lie on my back and keep my hands to myself, and you’ll sit on top and use my mouth.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

VANESSA

CHEV’S EXCITED. HE licks his lips as he stares up at me, his chest heaving. His hair is sprawled out underneath his head, the brown curls messy. I eye them as I work up the courage to move.

It takes a minute or two, but Chev is patient. He fills the time by playing with my fingers, his movements slow and gentle. My hand feels small within his, especially when he holds and squeezes my palm between his thumb and pointer finger.

My pulse is racing at least a million miles a minute. Some of it is due to fear, but most is excitement. What if I put myself on his tongue and find that I don’t like it? What if Chev doesn’t like it? He’s kind, and I know he’d lie to save me from embarrassment.

I pull my hand out of Chev’s, and I hesitate before pressing my palm against his stomach. His skin is warm, and I hold back a shiver as his muscles flex underneath my fingers.

If I look down further, I know I’ll find his leathers tented. If there’s anything I’m sure of, it’s Chev’s desire for me. He’s not shy in his eagerness.

All signs of the happy, laid-back man I’ve grown accustomed to are gone when I finally meet Chev’s heated gaze. His lips arepulled tight, and his eyes are narrowed in at where my fingers linger on his lower abdomen. The column of his throat bobs, and I hold back a smile as I trail my fingertips over his hip.

I’m surprising myself with my confidence, and I suck in a slow breath before untying and pulling open his leathers. Even if Chev finds my taste off-putting, I think he’ll still find pleasure in making me feel good.

His cock lies heavily on his stomach, the hard length twitching. He’s large in all ways, and I let the side of my pinky graze his shaft as I trail my hand back up his abdomen.

Chev moans, but he otherwise remains still.

My male is beautiful, and I take pride in knowing he’s all mine. His heart is mine, his soul is mine, and his body is mine. Mine.

I continue to admire his bare form before removing my clothes. Chev’s breathing is rougher now, the man practically panting as I strip. He lets a curse slip from his lips when I’m entirely naked, and I give him a second to look before throwing my leg over his torso and sitting on his chest.

“You smell so fucking good.” He moans, craning his neck to try to peer between my thighs. “I can’t wait to have my tongue on you. I can’t wait to taste you.”

I curl my fingers into his shoulders and squeeze my thighs around his torso. His words are low and throaty, and I can practically feel his desire for me through them. I want this, too, and I push my nerves aside as I lift to my knees and shuffle toward his head.

Chev grabs my hips once I’m above him, stopping me. He glances between me and my sex before speaking. “I love you, Vanessa,” he starts. “If you decide you don’t like this, I’ll still be honored you were willing to try. Please don’t force yourself to do something you don’t enjoy because you think I want it.”

His words are solemn, but he fixes the mood with a teasing pinch on my hips.

“Okay?” he asks.

I give a jerky nod. “Okay.”

Chev releases me and shoves his hands underneath his butt, pinning them down so he doesn’t accidentally touch me. I can’t even begin to express how much it means to me.

I’ve never done anything like this before, and I scoot forward until my knees are on either side of his head. Chev giggles, his lips pulling into a broad smile. I have a feeling if I were to look behind me, I’d see his toes wiggling.

I grab his headboard and use it for stability as I begin to lower over his mouth. I freeze the moment I feel his lips on me, my body rigid, before the bond urges me to relax and I lower a bit more.

Chev doesn’t move, holding his lips still as I press myself against them.

This isn’t bad. I shut my eyes and spread my thighs further, and I curl my fingers over the wooden headboard as his mouth begins to open and his hot breath hits me.

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