Page 14 of Sinful Skulls
“It can’t be that bad. Can it? I mean, almost everyone does it at some point. Brody, I’m practically an old maid.”
He laughs at me. “I don’t think mid-twenties is anywhere close to being considered an old maid.”
“Well, it sure feels like it.”
He unbuttons his pants. “Give me your hand.”
I place my hand in his, and he drags it toward his open jeans. He keeps his eyes on mine as he shoves our hands down the front of his boxers. He wraps my fingers around his … oh … oh … oh my god.
My eyes widen. “Holy fuck,” I whisper.
It makes him chuckle. “And I’m only about halfway there.”
He pulls our hands out of his pants and releases me.
I wrap my fingers around my own wrist as he buttons his pants. I’m at a loss for words about what I just felt. But it doesn’t have the effect he was hoping for. I know he’s trying to scare me into being good. He thinks I’m saving myself for a husband. That’s not at all what I was doing.
I’m not going to lie, that thing terrifies me. But the way he took my hand, the way he slid it into his pants, the way he wrapped my fingers around him … I loved all of it. It stirred up all those dark feelings I’ve tried so hard to ignore. It excites me. I want Brody to hurt me. I want him to do whatever he wants to me. I know that’s wrong …
“Change your mind?”
My gaze snaps his direction. “No.”
Brody pulls his head back in surprise. “No?”
“No,” I say, looking him dead in the eye. “If you want to do this, I do too.”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it. “You’re sure?”
“As I’ve ever been.”
He pours me another glass of wine and hands it to me. “Drink.”
I offer him a flirty smile as I take it from him, bringing it to my lips.
He shakes his head. “I’m going to ruin you for all other men.”
“I’m okay with that.”
Chapter Six
Daisy
My bravado flees the minute we step into the bedroom.
Brody takes the lead and begins to light the candles I’ve strategically left around the room. I stand in the middle of it awkwardly with my arms wrapped around my waist. He keeps his eyes on me like one would a skittish horse.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” he assures me. “But I’m going to need another confirmation that this is what you want.”
“It is.”
Once the candles are lit, he shuts off the light and closes the bedroom door.
“Since this is your first time, we’re going to keep this pretty vanilla.”
“But …”
He holds up his hands. “No. This is a hard limit for me. Like I said, I don’t want to hurt you. I promise you’ll thank me for this tomorrow. Besides, anything more than vanilla requires aconversation we don’t have time for. You’ve got a long day ahead of you, remember?”
