Page 19 of Safe and Sound

Large? Like too large? Is that what he’s trying to say?

“The perfect handful for a man like me.” He holds his hands up to show me. “Large hands.” He winks and gives me a wicked smile.

“You…?” I stop and rethink the wisdom of saying anything.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Ask your question.” His cobalt blue eyes burn into mine and I swear they start flames wherever they land on my body.

“You don’t think they’re too big? Some of the guys at school…thought they were too big.” He narrows his eyes at me, and I rush to continue. “Not that they ever got to see them. They just, um, made fun of me.”

“That’s the difference between boys and men. A man knows what he likes,” he runs his thumb over one of my aching tips causing me to gasp and move into the sensation, “and how to get it.”

He leans into me so his lips brush my cheek, his breath fanning out across my skin causing me to shiver.

“And, princess, I want you.”

I pull back this time and find his eyes which he doesn’t try to hide from me. He meets my gaze with one of his own. Sharp, focused, and steady, his stare is why I find the courage to speak. “Then why did you spend the day treating me like nothing more than your little stepsister?”

His brows go up and he chuckles, “Because you need someone who will take their time with you, and if I so much as kissed you I was going to do more than you were ready for. Don’t think you weren’t on my mind the entire day. I bought you something. It should be here tomorrow afternoon.”

I fight down the warmth that comes with knowing even when I wasn’t right in front of him, or right next to him, he still had me on his mind and I try to school my features. Probably not a great thing to turn into a spaz over how giddy I am.

“What is it?”

“You’ll see, tomorrow. But tonight, I want to give you what you wanted this morning.” He leads me to the tub and leaves me only to start filling the tub and start the fire.

It’s so romantic and beautiful but all I can think about is the woman I was picturing here this morning. Sophisticated, worldly, put together in a way I will never be no matter how old I am or how much I learn. That’s the type of woman that would turn Ren on. Not me. I look down at where my arms are crossed over my chest, my feet are bare, and my shorts are well, shorts, not a smooth skirt that’s the perfect length that makes my legs look longer even when I kick my heels off.

“Ren?” I need to tell him, to explain somehow, that whatever he thinks I am, I’m not.

When he turns his smile has softened and it’s almost like he can tell my head is full of doubts and fears just like when he told me he knew I overthought things. I forget that we sent long messages to one another spilling things we’ve never told others. Secrets, fears, flaws.

“What is it, Princess?”

“I’m not…,” I wave my hand towards the filling tub and the crackling fireplace while still trying to keep myself covered. He effectively stops me by pulling his shirt over his head leaving me staring at the mouthwatering sight of him standing shirtless in front of him.

“You are.” He takes my hand and pulls me into him. He doesn’t understand…any of this. I’m not perfect enough for him, not sophisticated like he would want me to be, not ready, not going to be able to lie my way out of this. “Beautiful.”

It’s the last word he says as his lips lower to mine and he kisses me breathless. I lose track of what I should be doing and find my arms coming up to warp around him. His kiss doesn’t just take my breath, it makes me forget why I need to be cautious, to be worried. All I focus on is his lips rubbing against mine, his tongue slipping through and petting against me. It feels like so much more than a kiss and has my whole body drawn tighter and tighter.

It takes me several minutes to become aware of the fact my breasts are pushed up against his chest, the hair on his chest tickling the already hard buds of my nipples. The feeling is nothing but a tease of my senses meant to drive me crazy. When his hands slide down to cup my ass cheeks, I can’t keep myself from pressing closer, rubbing against his hard body. I might not be what he wants but he is everything I could ever dream of.

My shorts are halfway down my legs before I even realize he’s pushed them from my hips. I’m only in my panties now. Almost completely bare while he’s still mostly dressed. It’s sexy and I should feel vulnerable but instead, I just feel…powerful, wanted, and desired. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Yes, baby. Good girl. God, you feel good in my arms.” His hands squeeze up on my ass as he runs his lips down my neck and I realize I am good and truly caught. Trapped in the best way.

Chapter Fifteen

Rennik

Ishould sit her down and let her enjoy her bath but the feel of her soft curves in my hands has my self-control on shaky ground. All I would have to do is just move her panties over and slip my finger inside. Would she be wet for me? With only a few kisses?

Now, I have to find out.

It doesn’t take me moving anything to find my answer though. All I have to do is brush my finger against the gusset of her tiny white panties and I have my answer. She’s soaked. She has been in much sexier underwear but this, these simple cotton panties that mold to her pussy and tell me how much my little princess wants me, are the sexiest things I have ever seen.

I rip her panties to the side and run the tips of my fingers through her channel. She breaks away from the kiss and our eyes meet. I see the hunger in her eyes. One of the things I love about Stella is that she doesn’t try to hide anything, she doesn’t pretend or play games. It’s not her innocence, although that is intoxicating, it’s just who she is. I’ve seen her when the boys came up to her and tried to wave money around, trying to buy her attention. She looked right through them. She didn’t want validation -unlike her friend I can’t stand- she wants a relationship. She wants love.

I unbutton my pants and work them down my legs as I take her mouth again. This time it’s not a passive kiss but a give-and-take between two people who want the same thing. I take her hair and pull her head back so I can kiss down her neck. She took the choker off after she got out of the shower this morning and I find I don’t like her not having something of mine on her. I ring kisses around the smooth column before leaving small bites and nips there wanting to mark her.

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