With a sudden laugh, I shook my head and reached for her. “Trust me, City. I know a hell of a lot more about you than I ever knew about her. Hell, I didn’t even know her name until the next day at school when I heard one of her friends call to her...right after she walked right past me, completely ignoring me because she probably didn’t even remember me.”
City gnawed on her lip, scowling thoughtfully as she stared into space. Then she focused on me. “I still don’t like it. I can’t handle you knowing the color of her nipples and not mine.”
I grinned. “So does this mean you’re going to tell me the color of your nipples?” I liked where this conversation was headed.
Her jaw hardened with a determined, almost angry bent. “No. I’m going to show you.”
And she pulled off her shirt. Just like that. When she was left in nothing but a bra from the waist up, I gaped, my mouth falling open. “Uh... Jesus, City. Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. Do you want to take the bra off?”
“Hell, yes. But...I probably shouldn’t. We—”
She set her warm, soft hands over mine, which for some reason made my tongue stall out.
“Please help me get over this jealousy. Give me more than you ever gave her.”
From that point on, I was a goner. The girl I loved was asking me to do this for her, so I would. And I’d love every fucking second of it.
“Okay,” I whispered. When I set a hand on her hip, she beamed at me.
Her flesh was warm and so freaking soft. I didn’t know skin could be this soft. And when I smoothed my palm up all that naked, soft skin it gave me goose bumps. She was just as smooth and warm all the way up. When I reached the back of her bra, I paused, but decided not to go there. I’d heard too many horror stories about guys fumbling too long with a bra clasp, so I skipped it entirely and moved to the thin, silky strap on her left shoulder.
I met her gaze and hooked my finger under it. Then I smiled as I slowly dragged it down her arm. The top part of her bra cup sagged, revealing the uppermost swell of her breast.
Breathing in through my mouth, I studied them in dazed wonder before I lifted my gaze to make sure she was doing okay.
Grinning at me, she caught my cheek in her palm and said, “You look excited yet worried.”
Bingo. “I don’t want to mess this up,” I admitted.
Shaking her head, she assured me, “That’s not even possible.” Then she bit her lip. “Unless you don’t like what you see.”
I snorted. “Now that isn’t possible.” I slid off the other strap, and the front of her bra slid down even more until I could almost see nipple.
After one last glance at her face to make sure she was okay, I folded the front down entirely.
“Oh.” I sucked in a bre
ath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. “Wow.” I glanced up at her face. Her cheeks were blazing pink, but she kept smiling, so I went back to her nipples. They were rosy pink and already beaded so tight into hard buds I couldn’t help but reach out and brush my thumbs over them.
She gasped and grabbed my shoulders. “Oh!” It was her turn to gasp. “Wow.”
We shared a smile, and then I cupped their weight in my hands before flicking my thumbs over the straining nipples again.
“God, Knox.” She ground her lap down on mine. “You freaking tease.”
I gave a husky laugh and then leaned down to close my mouth over one ripe peak.
She grabbed my hair and pulled hard. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
Sucking her in deep, I spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the hell out of second base.
The hardest thing I ever did was sit outside the stairwell and listen to her cry.
Bad shit had happened to me, things I relived in my darkest nightmares, but I’d always been able to fight back, rage against those attacks, react. Forcing myself to not react as Felicity wept because I had hurt her slaughtered me. Something inside me withered and then crumbled into dust.
Probably my humanity.