Page 66 of The Rescue

She laughs as I help her down off the island. I grab her blue lace thong from the floor and tuck it into my sporran that’s around my waist. A mischievous smirk spreads across her face.

“A souvenir,” I wink at her.

We stand in the kitchen for what feels like a long time. There isn’t any awkward tension between us, but there is tension.

“I’m not very experienced at this. What happens now?” I ask her for guidance.

She chuckles.

“Neither am I,” she shrugs her shoulders.

Usually I’d be bailing on a woman right about now, using the excuse that I have to go home to be up early in the morning, but seeing as this is Crystal, and seeing that she lives with me, there isn’t an excuse for me to use, even if I wanted to use one. I don’t know if I should invite her to sleep in my bed with me, I don’t know if she would think I’m rushing it. I try not to get in my own head, but fuck the anxiety if rife.

“Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?”

I don’t know why all of a sudden I’ve become a nervous wreck after what we just did. The cloud of lust and desire is slowly clearing and the reality of what to do next is here. I look down at my feet waiting for her response.

“You don’t snore do you?”

A little laugh escapes my lips as she steps in close to me and places her small hands on my chest. I hope she can’t feel how fast my heart is beating.

“I don’t think so,” I smile as I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Okay, I’ll sleep in your bed.”

She grabs my hand and leads me upstairs with a small smirk tugging at her lips.

The realisation hits me, and I can’t believe I’ve crossed the boundary that I was so adamant that I was never going to cross. I’m glad I did though. I would have regretted it if I left things the way they were between us.

We make our way upstairs, and she excuses herself to wash off her makeup and get in her pyjamas while I feed Edie. I’m internally freaking out, I’ve never had a woman sleep in my bed with me before. I try to rationalise in my mind that this is Crystal, and she would never hurt me, not intentionally anyway. We meet outside our rooms in the hallway, and I can feel that magnetic buzzing between us. Our eyes dart over each other, and I can tell she’s nervous too.

I grab her hand and open my bedroom door. She’s wearing those skimpy pyjamas with little red hearts all over them. Those little pj’s and her cowboy boots will be the death of me. I try to control myself, but the outline of her perky breasts are making it difficult for me to keep some composure.

I don’t want to dive head first into this, I want to take my time and savour every moment with her. That’s why I didn’t takeit any further downstairs in the kitchen. Was it the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Yes. When her hand reached down for my cock, it took everything in me to not bend her over the island and lose myself in her.

She’s looking around my room, and the surprised look on her face tells me that she wasn’t expecting my room to look like this. When I lived with my mum and dad, I never had the typical childhood bedroom. I never got to paint my walls in my favourite colour or never had the superhero bed sheets like every kid that I knew. My mum and dad would never spend money on brand new toys, I would always have to pick out old tattered toys from the charity shops. Then when I went to live with my nan, she couldn’t afford to decorate my room or buy me the shiny expensive toys that I always dreamed of. Bless her, she did try to give me a normal childhood.

When I moved into the little flat above Sweet Treats, Mrs.Graham allowed me to decorate how I wanted. Well by that time I’d outgrown the vibrant colours and superhero bed sheets. But I never had the bedroom I wanted, so I splurged when it came to decorating my sanctuary.

My room isn’t huge, but the walls are painted a dark green, and there’s oak built in wardrobes on one wall. I have a king sized bed with dark green linen sheets, the duvet is the puffiest I could buy. I never had a comfy bed growing up, so I spared no expenses when it came to buying one. It’s like sleeping on a cloud. The room is dark but I made sure to keep it well lit with dim lamps on the bedside tables. There’s a little cat bed in the corner for Edie that matches the colour of the walls.

Crystal is still looking around in awe at my dark and moody bedroom when her eyes land on me. We’re standing on either side of the large king sized bed. She looks so perfect in her pyjamas, I can see her nipples forming hard peaks through thelittle cami top. Her chest is rising and falling faster than usual and I can tell she’s a little nervous.

“I didn’t expect your room to look like this,” she swallows.

I start to unbutton my shirt, and her eyes dart to my hands.

“What did you expect?” I ask her, not taking my eyes off her as I’m still unbuttoning my shirt.

“I don’t know. You have good taste.”

She bites her bottom lip as I get to the last button and take my shirt off over my shoulders. Her eyes can’t focus on one spot of my naked torso. I’m standing in front of her shirtless in my kilt, and her eyes grow dark. Her eyes drift down to my crotch, and I know what she’s thinking.

I try to hide my smirk, but she catches me.

“What?”

I try to keep a straight face as her eyes keep darting to my hands resting on my kilt.

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