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I swallow. “Not what is going through my head right now in the slightest. Is there anything else?”

She settles back down and adds, “I like the idea of being unable to move.” She starts bouncing a little again, like she’s excited to finally share this part of her with someone.

“Bondage. Anything else?” I try to sound nonchalant.

“Remember the night in the beach house, when you pinned me to the wall. I liked that. And the fact that you watched me.”

Her voice is barely a whisper and she glances at the floor, ashamed at the dam bursting and her fantasies pouring out. It’s all out there, her self doubt hit her hard and she has no idea how my body burns with her confession.

There it is. Everything.

There’s a messy chocolate speckled part of her finger. I pick her hand up, but look directly into her eyes. “Ok, we can explore all of that. Now, if you want.” And with one long lick up her finger, I erase the mess. I don’t ask. I take.

“Um, what will happen if we do?” she asks breathlessly, following my tongue with her gaze.

“Then you’ll know what you like,” I whisper, holding her fingers millimeters from my lips.

She inched closer to me with each word, but I don’t know if she heard anything I said. She stares at my mouth as if hypnotized. I can practically taste the cookie on her breath.

“I’ll figure out what you like,” I whisper on another breath, “what makes you wet, and scream as you come.”

Her eyes close and I can feel the tremor go through her body and straight into mine.

God, what am I doing? Anything. I would do anything for her.

I swallow. Is this the reality I want?

Yes. All her secret sins have been confessed, and now it’s my turn to make good on my promises. If she’ll let me.

ChapterSixteen

Waverly

Lukas makesme an offer I never dared to dream about. My tummy tightens and invisible needles prick my cheeks. What am I about to get myself into?

A subtle change washes over him, like he’s a bow pulled back to its furthest point, tight and ready to strike.

“Communication is key,” he starts. He presses his lips to my hairline. “We sort of fucked things up last time because my communication skills sucked and I’m not going to repeat that mistake again.” He pushes himself off the couch and stands before me, offering his hand and lifting me to my toes.

Standing before him is not as safe and comfortable as it was on the couch. He has better access to my whole body. But his hands hover inches away, almost like he’s frozen in resin. “Waverly, can I touch you?”

Of course he can. Why would he even ask? My lips curl in the corners. “You’ve opted to overcompensate, I see.”

“Maybe.” He inhales like he’s readying himself for battle. “Can I remove your clothes?” He inches toward me with slow, deliberate steps, his hands behind his back.

I’m not sure what he’s expecting, so opt for deflection through humor. “Well, I sorta hoped you would.” My attempt to keep it chill backfires as I squirm under his scrutiny. Shoot, Did I shave recently? Yesterday. I’m good. “Sir, Yes Sir,” I say with a straight back and a salute. He’s not laughing like I am. Great. Just great. Not sure where else to go, I shrug. “Ummm, sure.”

He raises an eyebrow, the simple gesture makes my stomach tighten. It also confirms exactly what I need to say.

“Yes,” I’m unable to hide the tremor in my voice, but when he nods, his approval sends a warm glow through my skin, calming my uncertainty and steadying my resolve. The reaction surprises me.

He continues his languid stroll around me, and I feel the warmth of his presence on my back like a physical touch. “I want skin-to-skin contact. Would you like that too?” His breath in my ear gives me shivers.

“Yes.” I breathe out, goosebumps erupting along the path his knuckles softly graze across my arm.

I am frozen in time as he slowly stands in front of me. “Can I use my lips, mouth, and tongue on your bare skin?”

I swallow hard in anticipation of what might come next. His mouth. Dear Heavenly Father, yes please. Heat races to my core and up to my cheeks. “Yes.”

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