Page 34 of Dashing for Love

“How far are you willing to let me go, Dawn?”

She heaves a breath. “I—I don’t know.”

Slowly, I slide the tips of my fingers into my boxer briefs. “Is this good?”

She leans back against her pillows and raises her shirt, revealing a mouthwatering strip of golden skin.

I’m immediately hard. “Will you touch yourself for me?”

“You—you sound like you’ve done this before.”

“Not even remotely. But I read.”

Her hand rests at the waistband of her sleep shorts. “What do you read?”

“Romance.”

“Really?”

“Really,” I confirm. And God bless those authors. Otherwise, I’d have no idea how to do this.

“So, what would happen next if this was a romance book?”

“That’s the beauty of romance books, Dawn. It’s up to you.”

Her fingers twitch. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I start, then push my fingers into my briefs a little more, “that we go at your pace. We do what you want, no more,no less. We stop when you want.” I pause. “Is that what you want? To stop?”

“No!” She nearly yells it, and it makes me laugh. “I mean, no. I just—this is new for me.”

“Tell me what you want to do.”

“I don’t know,” she answers softly. “Can I…”

“Can you what?” I urge.

She laughs nervously. “God, you can’t even see my face, and I’m still so tongue-tied. Which is funny, because I thought I was a lot more, I don’t know,intothis. And I am, but I—” She moves her hands up, and when she speaks, it’s muffled. “I want to watch you.”

“You do? Naughty girl,” I tease.

“See?” she groans into her hands. “You don’t have to.”

My answer is immediate. “I want to.”

“You—you do?”

“Your wish is my command, Dawn.”

“Oh,” she breathes. “O-okay.”

“But hang on. I’m going to take my pants off and then get back on screen.”

“Whatever you want,” she says, her voice high-pitched.

I hop off the bed and let my pants fall to the ground.Am I really doing this?Yes, apparently, I am. I don’t recognize the person I am right now, but something about this woman brings it out in me. I’m back on the bed, still wearing my boxer briefs, in seconds.

“Hi,” I say, getting situated once again and making sure the phone isn’t capturing my face.

---