Page 136 of Steeling Her
Chapter Twenty-Nine
I Trust You
Carter
“Here let me take that for you.” Nick holds out his hand, indicating to me that I should give him my bag. I do as we walk side by side down the hallway while I try not to freak out because he’s shirtless.
I know I’ve seen him countless times without his shirt, but I can’t handle it with my hormones.
Once we reach the door to his familiar room, he shoves it open, the creak of the door echoing through the empty house. He sets my bag down on the bed and turns around to face me.
“Did you get a little scared?” he teases me, and I flick my eyes up from his abs to his eyes. I hope he didn’t see me eyeballing at him like that. I was so obvious.
“I heard some things moving in the dorm, so I packed a bag as quickly as I could and ran. I could’ve sworn I saw something run across my door out in the kitchen.” I nod and look around the room to see if there is anything out of place. I hate that stupid movie for making me so paranoid. I probably look like I should be in a mental institution.
He leans back, amused by me. I stand there and smile at him chuckling at me. Well, at least I can make him laugh? Even if I was truly terrified.
“You know it’s just a movie, right?” He stops after a while and moves closer to me. Taking my arm in his, he caresses it up and down in a comforting way. It’s relieving. I knew he’d help my overactive imagination.
“Well, the idea had to come from somewhere, and the doll is actually real,” I point out and he nods in agreement with me.
“But you have me to protect you. Nothing will get by me.” He winks. Our bodies are actually touching each other. “I’ve got you,” he promises me, and I could feel my tense body relax at his words. All the worry in me exits my body.
How does he do that?
I smile up at him and express my thanks to him. “Come on, let’s get into bed and get you to sleep. I’ll be right next to you.” He brings me over to my bag and tells me to take out my pyjamas. I slip out an LA Chargers jersey with “Steel” written on the back of it. Once I have it, I turn around to go and change in his bathroom, but something tugs on the jersey. Once I turn around, I see Nick’s hand is on the other end, stopping me.
“Nick? What’s wrong?” I ask, closing the distance between us.
“I want you to wear mine,” he states plainly. He hasn’t removed his eyes from the jersey in my hand.
“Wear your what?” I ask, wondering what he’s talking about.
“My jersey, I want you to wear my jersey.” He flicks his eyes up to me and let’s go of the sleeve. Backing into his closet, he finds his jersey that has “Jackson” written in the back of it. I smile as he brings it up in front of him, showing it off to me. “Wear mine,” he asks again. Making the decision, I set my jersey down onto the bed and secure the jersey from his hands. As my hand brushes against his skin, goosebumps raise on the surface.
“Okay,” I reply breathlessly. Once it’s in my hands, I walk into the bathroom and position it on the sink. Stripping off my clothes, I can feel the thick ambiance between us. We’re not even in the same room, and yet the air feels heavy. Sliding down my jeans after kicking off my shoes, I clip off my bra and stand there almost completely naked in Nick’s bathroom.
He better not have a camera in here.
I place the material over my head, letting it fall around my figure. It’s large, as I suspected. Falling mid-thigh, but it feels so comfortable. It even smells like him.
I gather my clothes up from the floor and fold them into a neat pile, hiding my bra. I have kept my underwear on because my legs go everywhere at night time and I don’t want to flash him.
Walking back out, I stuff my clothes into my bag and see he’s already lying in bed with the sheets gathered around his hips. My mouth begins to dry up.
“Wow . . .” he greets me. I feel my cheeks heat up from his attention. “My jersey looks better on you than it does on me, Carter,” he says as he flatters me in his clothing. “I never understood why guys say girls in their clothing look sexy, but now I do.” And now I’m bright red. So red that I could direct ships away from land and be a stand-in for a lighthouse.
I smile at him, trying to hide my embarrassment as I slip into the sheets beside him.Act natural, Carter. We do this all of the time.
“You’re so cute when you blush,” he says that to me as I lay down on the comfy bed. He hovers over me and smiles. This makes me redden even further. My cheeks are heating up with everything he utters. So, he just needs to stop talking, and there’s only one thing that can make him stop.
I lean up and kiss him, and he immediately responds with a smile on his lips. He recognizes what I’m doing. His free hand cups the side of my cheek, putting more pressure onto my lips. I sense his tongue caressing mine as we move around from side to side. It’s getting intense. Usually, I would stop it but for some reason I don’t want to. I want this.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of me. Our bodies pressed against one other, I bend my leg up over his, and his palm begins to stroke my thigh. He starts off gentle and then he grasps it higher up my leg. I lightly gasp at the pleasure.
Trailing his hand higher and higher up my leg, he pushes up the material of his jersey to reveal my underwear. It takes him a moment to decide if he wants to swim in that water, but only a moment, because he perseveres with pushing the material up higher and higher, with no protest from me. His hands feel too good right now, and I don’t want him to stop. Gripping my waist, I can feel him grow in length against my inner thigh. And so can he, he extends a hand down to adjust himself. He brushes against my core, and I moan out at the pleasure.
“Shit,” he curses after hearing me. I can’t believe that even left my mouth in the first place. I have never made that sound in my life, I’m stunned.
