Holding Her Hand (The Reed Brothers 9)

He takes me to his bedroom, and I know that I will never, ever be the same. Not ever.

Ryan

She trembles in my arms and I have never felt anything as sweet as this girl feels in my arms. I’ve had girlfriends. I’ve had sex. But I’ve never had sex with a girlfriend I cared about the way I care about her. She consumes my waking moments and then she meets me in my dreams.

I lay her back on my bed, and she stares up at me, her dark hair a halo on the pillow around her. I pull my shirt over my head and lean on one knee between her spread legs, balancing myself over her.

She pulls her lower lip between her teeth and bites down. When she lets it go, I can see the imprint of her teeth in the tender skin, so I suck it into my mouth and lave it gently with my tongue.

She moans against my lips. I can feel the rumble of it in her chest.

I can’t talk to her while I’m hovering over her, so I ease down beside her. “Do you want to talk?” I ask.

She smiles and shakes her head.

I smile back. I can’t help it. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

She shakes her head again and her smile grows even wider.

“Do you want to get naked?”

She laughs against my chest and nods.

“Are you sure?”

Her hand falls in the sparse dusting of hair on my chest and she scratches me lightly, and it shoots straight to my dick. I reach down and adjust him behind my zipper. Her eyes follow my movement.

“Did you want to talk?” she asks. She grins cheekily at me.

I shake my head. She bends her head and tongues my nipple, and then catches it tightly between her teeth. I cry out and lurch back, covering it with my hand. “Sharp teeth!”

She laughs. “Sorry! You jerked!”

I grab the edge of her shirt and lift it until I expose her bra. “Let’s see how you like teeth,” I say, and I attack her nipple from outside her bra, snarfing and growling playfully as I rub my face all over it. She giggles and I can feel it move from her body into mine.

I help her pull her shirt over her head, and then I stop, because unveiling her will be like taking a cover off a precious piece of art, and I want to savor every moment of it. “May I?” I ask, and I point to the bra hook that’s between her breasts.

She nods, still chewing on that lower lip.

I unhook the delicate clasp and pull the two sides apart. She squeezes her eyes shut and her breaths fall heavy against my forehead. “So pretty,” I say out loud. Her breasts are small and round, with perfect rosy nipples.

“So are you,” she replies.

I take her nipple into my mouth and tug it gently, my hand cupping the tender underside of her breast. She squirms for a second, and then she freezes. Her hand threads into the hair at the back of my head and she holds me in place. I look up at her without releasing her nipple, and she finally sees me, and nods her head. This is okay, she lets me know. This is fine. This is what I want. This is us.

She smells like vanilla and lilacs, like cookies and subtle flowers, and she tastes like heaven. Her nipple pebbles against my tongue, and I release it long enough to pay the same attention to the one on the other side.

She tugs my hair, so I look up. “You’ve done this before?” she asks.

“Sex?”

She nods.

“Yes.” I almost wish I could say no, but I’d be lying. “Are you afraid?” I stare into her eyes while I give her nipples gentle tugs with my fingertips, elongating them. Her mouth falls open.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she says. She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a breath. I can feel the rise and fall of her chest.

“I’m afraid of you,” I confess out loud.