Page 87 of Time To Learn

My laughter dies down as he begins to unbutton my cardigan, and my breathing picks up again. Tingles break out on my skin as his knuckles brush the swell of my breasts, and my nipples harden.

“Please go slow,” I whisper.

He stops and bends his head, running his nose against mine. The tenderness in the gesture makes my heart squeeze. I didn’t expect to see such a caring side tohim.

I didn’t think he even had that hiding away underneath all his male confidence.

“I promise I’ll go as slow or as fast as you want to,” he whispers and places a soft kiss on the sensitive skin underneath my ear. I arch my back and hum, purring like a cat. Oh, gosh, this man…his words alone take me to the edge. Desire coils in my tummy, and I lock my knees in place so I don’t melt into a puddle on the floor.

His vow rings true. I know he won’t hurt me, and yet, I’m scared.

“Don’t be scared of me,” he whispers as he drags the wet cardigan over my shoulders.

“I didn’t say I was,” I hedge.

“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face—your body trembles, your breathing is erratic—so it’s not hard to miss. Please trust me when I tell you that I’ll never hurtyou.”

The cardigan falls to the floor with a soft plop, and anticipation courses throughme.

“Just so we’re clear,” he starts, before he grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, “I’m done with the friend zone thing, Laura. That ends tonight.”

I nod, spellbound, my fingers itching to touch his tonedbody.

His eyes flash with hunger and when he bends and hoists me up in his arms, I let out a muffled shriek of surprise and take a firm grip on his shoulders. In three, quick strides, we’re at his bed, and as he places me down to lie on my back, all my reservations vaporise into the thin air. I wet my lips, moaning like a wanton creature as he lies down on top of me, eager to feel the hard planes of his chest against my softness. I glide my hands up his chest and a sigh escapes my lips when my fingers touch something metallic on his left nipple.

The soft groan that falls from his lips as I tug at it sends my head spinning.

“So that’s one of the piercings you mentioned,” I whisper as he leans down, his arms resting on either side of myhead.

“Hush.”

Achingly slowly, he takes my mouth, teasing my lips open. Eager to feel his full weight on me, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. I widen my legs as he settles, pleased to finally feel him against my aching core. His hips press me down into the mattress, and I sigh into his mouth and bend my knees. Pushing into him, I revel in the low throbbing, enjoying the friction of his jeans on my overheated pussy.

I have to come up for air. As if he feels the same, his lips leave mine, only to trail down my neck. I turn my head, giving him more room, and sigh in pleasure at his warm lips. I close my eyes and focus entirely on his touch—his whispered words—and as his hand closes around my right breast on top of my nightgown, squeezing it gently, my breath hitches.

“You likeit?”

His voice has grown so deep I think I could come from the mere sound of him talking.

“Mmm-hmm,” Isigh.

“I want to worship you all night,” he continues as he places small, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. I can’t keep the moan from my lips, but I don’t care anymore.

“I want you to feel things you’ve never felt before,” he continues. When his thumb and index finger pinch my nipple lightly, I jump, and I try, in vain, to grab on to something as the exquisite pain shoots down my body and settles heavily between mylegs.

“I think I already am,” Isigh.

“Look atme.”

At the sound of his soft command, my eyes flutter open and I try to adjust to the darkness around us again. Maybe keeping the light turned off wasn’t the best idea, afterall.

“What is it?” I whisper.

“Take off your nightgown,” he asks. “Let me seeyou.”

I lose his weight as he stands up, and I sit up on my knees. I can feel his eyes burning every inch of my body as I do as he says. I push some loose strands of hair away from my face once my nightgown is off, and I watch in silence as Kristian’s belt clangs. The moon shining through the small windows lights up the bed, and I feel a little more exposed as I sit here, holding up my nightgown to cover my breasts.

“Where’s your confidence disappeared to?” Kristian asks. He takes off his jeans and boxers in one swift move, and I swallow as I see his cock, fully erect beforeme.