“It stays on, Maize. I want to see you.”
My lashes flutter, moving as quickly as my heart. “I just…”
“You’re beautiful. Trust me, I don’t lie.”
Liking that he doesn’t lie, and suddenly feeling beautiful—almost worshiped—under his watchful eye, I take in the way they shine with appreciation as he removes my pants, leaving me in my panties. He goes perfectly still and inches back when he sees my less than sexy, white cotton underwear. Oh, God, why am I wearing my everyday white cotton panties that hold zero sex appeal? Not that I’d know sex appeal if it jumped up and bit me in the face.
Oh, because you didn’t know you’d be having sex with a football star.
“I…” Once again, I try to scramble backwards, but he holds my leg and stops me.
“Jesus Christ,” he swears, and slides his hand under the thick white elastic band. “Your panties.”
“I know.” I cover my face, once again wishing I was an ostrich.
“Maize.”
His voice is so deep and hushed, I spread my fingers and peek at him, but he’s not looking at my face. No, he’s admiring my panties, touching the fabric and elastic like they belong on a Victoria’s Secret model.
“Stand up.”
He reaches for my hand, and helps me to my feet. Standing beside me, he hangs on to my arm to stabilize me. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
“Not really,” I whisper honestly.
“These panties. You’re killing me, Maize.”
“They’re not lacy or sexy,” I say.
“This is what I want.” He kisses my mouth and puts his hand between my legs, running his fingers over the cotton. “This…so fucking innocent. I want you like this always, every time.”
I gulp again. Does he mean we’re going to do this more than once? God, I hope so.
“You have more of these?”
“Yes.”
He sinks to the floor, presses his mouth to the cotton, and the heat of his breath stimulates my clit. I quiver, and rake my hands in his hair. “Then you should also know, I’m keeping these.” He drags my panties down my hips, and tosses them onto the pile of his clothes.
No man has ever, in my entire life, made me feel the way this one has right now. My entire chest flutters, never having felt so important, so cherished before. I could definitely get used to this, and I don’t even care if he makes every girl feel this way. Right now, I only care about the way he’s admiring me, making me feel so comfortable in my own skin.
“Are you ready?
“Ready?” I ask.
“Ready to give yourself over to me?”
13
Christian
My cock is so goddam hard as I glance up at Maize, it’s a wonder I’ve not ruptured something by now. I honest to fuck can’t remember the last time I needed any girl so badly. It’s all I can do not to toss her on that bed and bury myself in her—balls deep—and stay there until morning a week from tomorrow.
But right now, Maize needs more from me. She needs to be treasured and guided—taken care of—and that’s a pretty big deal, considering she’s been taking care of herself for a very long time and hates to give up control. But she’s handed herself over to me. That had to have been difficult for her, and I don’t take it lightly. Not lightly at all.
I truly came so close to losing my shit when I stripped her. Her innocent look—white cotton panties, I swear to God they were nearly the death of me. How I’ve gone this long, fucked dozens of women, and didn’t know simple, white cotton panties were the sexiest things on the face of the earth is beyond me. Then again, I’ve never seen underwear quite like hers. The women I’ve been with come dressed in silk and lace, what they assume is sexy and what they assume is my preference. They’ve all been wrong. Besides, I’m not sure any of them would look this good. The way that cotton covered her sweet ass, and came high over her hip bones. Christ, I’m not sure Maize has any idea just how perfect she is. But I’m about to show her.
I part her damp lips with my fingers and a growl crawls out of my throat when I glimpse her wet pinkness. So fucking flawless. Her sweet, aroused scent fills my senses and I lean in, tasting her from bottom to top, and back down again. Her entire body quivers and I fear her legs are going to go out from underneath her as her trembling hands grab onto me. She’s been on her foot too long, already. I stand and guide her backward until her knees hit the bed.
I place my hands on her sides and grip her T-shirt. She lifts her hands above her head and once again her innocence overwhelms me. I peel her shirt off and take in her white bra. Total and utter perfection.
“I had no idea white cotton was my favorite,” I say, as her breasts rise and fall with her quick intake of breath. “Pink, yes,” I say and put one hand between her legs, “but white.” I brush my other thumb over her nipples as they poke against her sensible bra. “Yeah, I love you in this.” I stroke the side of her lush, covered breast. “But right now, I need my mouth here, or I might just die, Maize.” I give a slight pinch to her nipple and she yelps. In one fluid movement, I slide my hand around her back and release the hook. Her bra falls, and I consider adding it to my new collection.
Dark lashes fall and a
