Page 32 of Haven Bound
He’s standing there looking like some kind of god, and I find myself feeling suddenly vulnerable. Grabbing at the shirt that I’m wearing, Ipull the fabric away from my stomach, hoping my body won’t be as on display if he can’t see the way the material fits against my belly.
The last person that I was intimate with was Jason, and he always made it a point to make some hurtful comment about my body. I can’t recall a single time that I was ever fully naked in front of him, always opting to keep my shirt on during sex like it would provide a layer of protection against his damaging words.
But Austin isn’t Jason.
And he certainly isn’t looking at me like he hates my body.
He’s looking at me like he wants todevourme.
“Don’t do that.” His voice releases in a throaty growl as he slowly crawls onto the bed towards me. “Don’t you fucking dare hide your body from me,” he says, slowly trailing gentle kisses up my legs, starting from my ankles and working his way up until he reaches the inside of my thighs.
I’ve never been as turned on as I am right now, and he hasn’t even properly touched me yet. We’ve never seen each other without clothing, not like this. Before, whenever we kissed or touched, it was always beneath the layers of our clothes. Or we were so rushed that we didn’t have time to truly explore one another. We didn’t get much time alone, and even though we took advantage of every chance we had, there was always the fear of being caught.
There was always something holding him back.
Now I know what that something was, and it’s no longer a factor.
Austin sits back on his heels, his hands landing on my thighs while his deep blue eyes lock on mine. My heart is beating insanely fast, and Ican’t stand to just lie here beneath him when I should be touching him instead.
Sitting up, I reach for him and wrap my hand around the back of his neck like I had before, pulling him towards me until our lips press together. Needing more of him, I nip at his lower lip and pull him over me. I move to lie flat on my back, allowing his hips to wedge between my legs.
Even with the layers of fabric between us, I can still feel him, hard and thick, resting between my thighs. I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed by the lust-filled whimper that falls from my lips at the feeling of his hips grinding down against me.
I want him to touch me.
Ineedhim to touch me.
He’s supporting himself on his forearms on either side of my shoulders as he gazes down at me. “Please let me see you, Sunflower,” he rasps as he shifts his body to lay beside me, his hand landing on my hip and pulling me until I’m on my side facing him. His fingers begin to trace along the waistband of my shorts. “You’re wearing far too much clothing for me to worship you the way you deserve.”
I nod and tug my bottom lip between my teeth as his fingers curl beneath the waistband and pull the shorts from my legs. He tosses them to the ground before his hand lands back on my hip. His fingers return to tracing along my skin, dipping beneath the waistband of my black cotton underwear, his eyes meeting mine. “Please tell me that I can touch you, baby. I’ve waited so long to feel your body beneath mine. I don’t think I can waitany longer.”
Two different answers are caught on the tip of my tongue. Instead of giving the one fueled by insecurity a chance to escape, I lay my hand against his chest and gradually graze my fingertips over the small patch of hair and down over the taut muscles of his abdomen. I trail them along his belt buckle and the sleek edge of his black pants that are still covering his strong legs.
“Chelsea…” he rasps as I begin to undo the leather belt around his waist, sliding the end free from the buckle.
I lean in to close the space between us, pressing my lips to his. He groans and gives in to the kiss as he grinds his hips against mine, his arm moving to wrap around my lower back, pulling me closer.
“Touch me,” I whisper against his lips, unbuttoning his dress pants and carefully working the zipper down. His rigid length is threatening to break free from his dark gray boxer briefs. I run my hand over him, my fingertips grazing over the tip of his cock through the fabric barrier.
Austin’s suddenly gripping my hips and guiding me down onto my back. I can feel his erection pressing against my thigh, but all I can focus on in this moment is his fingers trailing down to my core. A deep growl escapes him when his fingers trace over the damp fabric.
“Fuck, baby you’re already so wet for me.”
Words are impossible to form right now, so I press my hips down to grind against his hand. “Please, Austin,” I say breathlessly. He slides off the side of the bed. I whimper, worried that he’s suddenly changed his mind about me.
That worry quickly vanishes as I watch him pull out his phone and set it on the nightstand beside the bed. He slides the black fitted dress pants off his hips, his eyes trailing over my body. The boxer briefs he’swearing are hugging his strong thighs perfectly while his long, thick cock strains against the fabric.
Besides finding me on the shower floor in the middle of a panic attack, Austin’s never seen me completely bare and exposed to him. I want to be vulnerable with him. I want to show him all of me, but there’s a dark voice inside of my head telling me that, if I do, he won’t like what he sees, and I know that I couldn’t possibly survive losing him again.
Austin walks around to the foot of the bed and slowly crawls back over me. His body lowers to the bed as he kisses and nips at the inside of my thighs, his hands moving up to my hips so that his fingers can curl beneath the waistband of my underwear. He looks up at me, requesting permission with his gaze. I give a nod of approval, and he slowly begins to pull the fabric down over my thick thighs before tossing them over his shoulder.
I can feel my face heating, a blush coating my chest and cheeks as he hums his approval of my pussy on display for him. I don’t know if he has any expectations, but I’m not shaved bare.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sunflower. Can I taste you?” His words cause a rush of liquid heat between my thighs. Reaching for him, I run my fingers through his dark brown hair, my nails scraping over his scalp as I nod.I release a heavy breath at the first contact of his tongue against my clit, my entire body shuddering from the sensation.
I can’t believe this is finally happening. I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to take this step with Austin. Now that we’re here, there’s still a part of me that’s worried that when I finally take off this t-shirt, my last bit of armor, he won’t like what he sees.
He doesn’t give me much time to dwell on my thoughts.
