Page 145 of The Young & the Sinner

Her eyes widened at the command in my voice, and I didn’t say anymore, waiting for her to make her move. Her hands shook slightly as she moved them to the hem of her tight black shirt. I held my breath in anticipation.

Did she not know how gorgeous she was? Did she not know how I couldn’t get enough of the sight of her? If she did, she wouldn’t be nervous. She would wield the power she obviously had on me.

I let out a long exhale when she pulled the shirt up and over her head, revealing creamy pale skin, and a lacy, almost see-through, baby pink bra. I liked the bra. It went well with her skin tone, and it was revealing enough that I could see a hint of her dusky pink nipples peeking out.

I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to move over to her and strip her out of everything.

But this was her show. And I would be nothing more than an appreciative spectator. At least, for now.

She kicked off her boots and they landed somewhere near the foot of the bed. Not that I cared, because she was removing her jeans, showing me those shapely legs, wide hips, and matching pink lacy underwear.

I bet she was wet. I bet it wouldn’t take more than my fingers to make her come.

But I stayed where I was, enjoying the show. “Lose the panties and bra, sweetheart.”

She shot me a small smile and did as I asked, hooking her thumbs on the waistband of her panties and tugging it down her legs, revealing the prettiest little pussy I had ever laid eyes on. I licked my suddenly dry lips.

Then she unhooked her bra letting the flimsy fabrics slide down her arms and fall to the floor.

Finally, she was naked.

I let my eyes roam around her body slowly. Whoever said men were visual creatures was spot on. I was painfully hard just from the sight of her. From her small perky tits, pink erected nipples from both the cold air and her arousal, to the thin patch of hair she had on her mound, and finally, those delectable pussy lips that I couldn’t wait to taste again.

My mouth watered just from the thought.

“Now what, Mason?” she asked breathlessly.

I pointed to the spot in front of me, and she walked over to it, her gait a little awkward, but nonetheless beautiful. I could watch her for the rest of my days.

And then she was close enough to touch. So that was what I did.

I cupped her shoulders with both hands, and she jumped a little, either from my cold hands or surprise. I paused and took her in, making sure she was still with me.

I knew I was a little overprotective with her, but ever since her assault, I couldn’t help but treat her like breakable glass. I knew she hated that, but I was under no illusion that I wasn’t a big guy.

I was.

And Olivia was tiny. The top of her head barely reached my shoulder.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she answered, and I was happy her voice didn’t even waiver.

She was getting more comfortable around me. I knew she wasn’t used to being naked in front of anyone, but I loved seeing her like this. Seeing all of her.

My hands moved down, and Olivia bit her luscious bottom lip to keep from making any sound. I held in my smile, letting my hands roam all over her skin, not quite touching her where I knew both of us wanted.

Goosebumps broke out across her skin, and she shifted from one foot to another.

“Mason, stop teasing me.”

“Teasing you? How am I teasing you?”

She frowned a little, creating a small skin indent in between her eyebrows. I smoothed out the spot with my thumb.

“You know how. I want you to touch me.”

“Like this?” I asked, moving my hands to those plump tits, feeling the weight of them in my hand.

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