Page 17 of Redeem My Heart

“Show me.”

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nine

Dane

“I’d rather make you come,” I say.

“Okay. But first show me how you touch yourself.”

Her big green eyes and those goddamn freckles make her look the picture of innocence. I’m betting she’s a virgin, but I’ll wait for her to tell me that if she thinks it’s important.

“Do you want to stay here on the couch, or go up to my bedroom?”

She glances over at the staircase that sits on one wall of my galley kitchen. The loft above is spacious, with a big king mattress and enough ceiling height for me to stand to my full six foot, three inches.

“Bed,” she says. She stands and walks to the staircase.

I’m stuck behind her watching her plump ass encased in those denim cut-offs. It is a hell of a view. I can’t help myself so I reach out and smack her right cheek.

She squeals and glances at me over her shoulder. “Did you just spank me?”

“You’re taking too long to get up these stairs.”

“Impatient much?”

Finally we’re standing in my bedroom, and I know it’s not that much to look at, but it’s nice and well constructed and suits me just fine. Everything about my house screams ‘confirmed bachelor’ and for the first time in my life, I wonder how that feels to another person.

Is she seeing me in a different light right now when she realizes I have nothing to offer her?

But then she’s on me, kissing me, and I’m lost in the taste of her and the feel of her curves in my hands.

“You’re a really good kisser,” she says.

“You are too.”

She steps back and stares at me. “Are you messing with me right now?”

I swallow hard. “No.” I reach out and take her hand. “Why would I be messing with you?”

She looks away from me, then bites her lip. “That day in The Coffee Cup, that was my first kiss.”

Initially I think she’s teasing me, but I see the vulnerability shining in those eyes.

“Best kiss of my life,” I tell her honestly. Then I pull her to me, my palm curving around her hip. “Remember, we came up here so I could show you what you do to me. That day, I had to awkwardly hide my erection so you wouldn’t think I was a complete pervert.”

“Did you touch yourself that night?” she asks.

“Twice. Came so hard, calling your name,” I tell her.

She folds that bottom lip into her mouth, sucking.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Shelby. I want to get you naked and keep you that way for at least a week so I can do all of the things I’ve imagined.”

Her hands go to the bottom of her shirt, and she whips it off, dropping it on the floor. Then she unbuttons her shorts, leaving them hanging open to give me a peek at her bright orange panties. Her arms go behind her and she unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck, Shelby. You’re so damn gorgeous. I want to touch you.”