Page 12 of Pieces

Walking past her, I reach into the mini fridge and pull out the water I’d brought with me, passing it to her.

She takes it, but doesn’t open it yet, chewing on that lip of hers again.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good.” Her already pinkened cheeks seem to flush a deeper shade. “I’m nervous.”

“Why?” I tilt my head.

Her tongue wets the lip she was chewing before she says, “I’ve never…had a one-night stand before. Which is probably not something I should admit to you right now.” Her eyes widen. “Not that I’m assuming you want to do that. Oh god, shut up, Daphne.”

I can’t help but smile as I step closer, linking my hand with hers. Using my thumb under her chin, I guide her gaze to me. “Nothing has to happen. We can just sleep, if that’s what you want, or if you want to go back to your room, that’s fine too.”

“No, I want to stay,” she says, her tone resolute, and internally, I release a breath.

I nod, bringing her closer to me with a tug of our hands. “We can go slow. I’m in no rush with you, not at all.” And I really mean that. Something about her makes me not only want to take my time but treasure every second of tonight, whatever it’ll be.

She nods as she leans into me, tilting her head toward mine.

I kiss her again, slower this time, tasting her, taking my time. My hands find the hem of her shirt, fingertips brushing against the bare skin beneath it, and she shivers.

“Cold?” I murmur against her lips.

She laughs softly, breath hitching. “Not even a little.”

I grin, because I feel it too, this heat that’s spreading between us, burning through my clothes. “Can I?” I ask, tugging at the edge of her shirt. She looks down, then at me, and nods. I pull her shirt up and off in one smooth motion, revealing her pink lace bra, and she immediately does the same to me, her hands skimming over my bare chest with a look that nearly singes my skin.

“God,” she says on an exhale, biting her lip. “You’re…”

I can’t help but chuckle, even as I step closer, pressing her back into the wall.

“Careful, princess, my ego is fragile.”

“Beautiful,” she purrs, arching her back so our chests graze. It’s impossible not to flex a little more with her compliment. I dive back in, kissing her again with a pressure that I feel all over.

“Anything you don’t want me to do, we stop immediately. No safe words, we just stop when you say. Okay?”

She nods, her mouth already busy pressing a slow, hot line of kisses across my jaw, her hands exploring my chest and sliding down my abs. My breath hitches, and as much as I love the way she’s touching me like she can’t get enough, I need to hear her.

“Words, Daphne,” I manage to force out, my voice rough, my hands bracing against the wall beside her. “Tell me you’re okay with what I just said.”

Her movements still, before she steps out of the space I’ve pinned her into. Locking her eyes onto mine, dark with intent, a small, teasing smile tugs at her lips. This confidence that just washed over her has given me the biggest fucking hard-on. I like her shy side, and I’ve played with it all night, but this is new. I love it.

She reaches behind her, hands deftly unclasping her bra, and it slips down her arms to the floor, leaving her bare in the dim light of the room. Her perfectly creamy skin contrasts with her dark nipples. Ones that I want in my mouth.

“I want this,” she says softly, her voice steady as she steps back farther, toward the bed, like she’s daring me to follow. Her fingers trail across her stomach, then up and around her breasts, and she tilts her head, watching me. “I want you.”

I don’t think three words have ever hit me harder.

She takes another step, her confidence radiating off her in waves. It’s like she’s doing this for her, and god does she look beautiful showing me everything. Something twists low in my stomach, something hot and undeniable.

“Come get me,” she finishes, with an air of seduction.

I’m frozen in place, held there by her words, her body, the way she looks at me like I’m already hers. Shaking my head, I close the space between us in three quick strides.

Her laughter rings out as I catch her, scooping her up and throwing her down onto the mattress, pinning her there with my hips so she can feel what she’s doing to me, but the sound fades into a gasp when my mouth finds hers again, starved and full of all the things I want to do to her. My hands caress down her sides, mapping her skin as her nails dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer.

“What do you like, princess? To be teased, or are you into instant gratification?” I ask, trailing kisses down her neck, until I get to those perfect full tits of hers and take one into my mouth, licking, nibbling, devouring.

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