"I'm going to make you feel like you deserve every drop of my desire." He strokes me over my panties. "I want to make you feel so much pleasure you can't take it, Lacey."
God, that impossibly soft touch, the heat of his breath, the low, demanding voice… It's official. Mal's a sex god. My fantasies were right.
My brain is screaming fuck Mal now. It has no room for other thoughts. It barely has room for words.
"I had your poster on my wall." What the fuck? I bite my tongue. Where did that come from?
Mal chuckles. "Which one?"
"You're leaning against the headboard with your jeans unzipped."
"That's the best one." He strokes me over my panties. "You want to be tied to my headboard."
"Yes, but I—"
"You're nervous."
"Was it the poster comment that gave me away?"
He laughs. "Fuck, Lacey, you're going to be the end of me."
I think he's got that backwards. "I used to daydream about climbing into your lap."
"What else?"
"Everything."
"I want to give you everything." He pulls back enough to look me in the eyes. "Are you on birth control?"
"Yes."
He pulls out his cell, taps the screen a few times, and sets it on the table. It's an STD test. His STD test.
He's clean.
"I am too. Me and Adam… it had been a while and I got tested at my last yearly." It's all I can manage to hold his gaze. "You want to go bareback?"
"If you do."
I try to say yes, but my mouth refuses to make words. Instead, I nod.
He nods back.
Bareback with Mal… holy shit. "Do you normally?"
"No, it's been a long time since I've been exclusive."
Mal and I, exclusive. It's not news but it still feels fresh. Intoxicating. The thought of his flesh against mine, nothing in the way, all that trust flowing between us…
"I'm going to lead, Lacey. I want you to relax and feel everything."
"Okay."
"You know traffic light?"
"No."
"Red means stop. Yellow means slow down. Green means go. You can stop or slow down any time. But you don't have to worry about anything but feeling it. I'll check in."