Page 123 of Blush Crush

“Why don’t you grab it and find out for yourself.”

He’s joking. He thinks I’ll swat him away with a blush and giggle. But I don’t. Instead, I palm his bulging length over his slacks, rubbing his growing erection.

I’m learning to be more brazen, more forward with what I want. And right now, I want all of him. I’m ready. I’m so, so ready.

“Hey.” He captures my chin. “I’m definitely not complaining about your hand on my dick, but there’s no pressure to do anything you’re not ready for. Just because we’re actually together now doesn’t mean I suddenly expect sex. This is still at your pace, okay?”

The tight feeling in my chest is either adoration or something I’m not quite ready to label with that heavy four-letter word. I was so convinced Cole wasn’t the guy for me, I nearly missed him—nearly missed out on this amazing man. It’s his endless patience, his care every step of the way, that makes me trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. My body is ready. I’m ready. I just hope he’s ready too.

“Cole.” I drag my fingertips down the hard planes of his chest and abs, settling them above the button of his pants. “I want you. I’m ready.”

He latches his hand around my wrist, his thumb rubbing small circles over my pulse point. For such an innocent touch, I feel it deep at the center of the ache building between my thighs.

“Are you sure? Because I did not come into this date with that in mind. We can?—”

I cut him off, pressing my mouth to his. My tongue pokes out through my lips, coaxing his apart, teasing until he finally lets me in.

He kisses me back, taking control of it, and a thrilling surge flows through my body. It’s finally going to happen.

His hands slide under my ass, fingers splaying beneath my thighs, and lifting me off the counter. I wind my legs around him and let him carry me away.

He kicks the bedroom door open loud enough I think I hear the snap of wood but I’m way too preoccupied to care.

Rather than toss me onto the bed like I was expecting, he sits at the edge, keeping me straddled over his lap. Drawing his lips from mine, he smooths his hand over my hair, staring into my eyes.

“Just like everything else we’ve done, say the word and I’ll stop. You never have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know,” I tell him, breathless. I’m nervous and excited and a little scared too. I know it’s not technically my first time, but it feels like it is.

My head starts to spin with panic, worrying if it’ll hurt, if I’ll be bad at it, if I’ll do something embarrassing, and worst of all the worry it’ll be like my first time all over again.

But I remind myself that Cole would never do that to me. He’s a good man, better than he realizes.

We keep kissing as Cole guides my hips to grind over his hardened cock. Fully clothed, our bodies move together. His palm runs up my inner thigh, his fingers toying with my lace panties.

He releases a ragged groan and it vibrates between us. “You’re already so wet.”

Using two of his fingers, he rubs them over my clit and smears my arousal between my pussy lips. His circular strokes are neither fast nor slow, caught somewhere on the cusp of feeling good but not good enough to come.

I try to roll my hips faster but he won’t let me set the pace.

He chuckles against me. “I’m going to take care of you, don’t worry. You’re coming at least twice before you get my cock.”

Easing back, my eyes widen. “Twice?!”

He lifts his brows, making him look simultaneously smug and sexy. “Fuck, yeah, twice. And then a few more times after that.” His lips graze my ear, his hot breath feathering against my skin before the faint drag of stubble sparks a slow, molten warmth deep in my belly. His hands grab hold of my dress. “Let’s take this off. I need to see you. Need those perfect tits in my mouth.”

It’s a slip dress and easily glides off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and underwear.

I’ve accepted my body the way it is, but accepting it and feeling secure in it are two very different things. The thought of being intimate with someone used to scare me because of how vulnerable it is—letting someone see you completely, every flaw, every insecurity laid bare.

For so long, I felt like the “chubby twin,” the less desirable one between us. Words that haunted me. Words that cut even deeper because they came from someone I thought I could trust with a part of myself I’d never given to anyone before.

But Cole has never made me feel anything less than beautiful. The heat in his eyes when they travel over my body can’t be faked. This man truly wants me—soft belly, wide hips, thick thighs. He wants all of me.

With his gaze laser-focused on my chest, he yanks down the cups of my bra, causing my breasts to spill out. “Fuck, baby. I need them.” Dipping his head, he takes one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around my areola before sucking my nipple between his teeth. When he’s satisfied with the way it peaks, he moves to the other, lapping at it, teasing me.

Reaching behind me, he unhooks my bra, tossing it to the floor to join my dress, and then his hands are on me—palming, kneading, gripping, his thumbs flicking and pinching the hardened buds. He looks at them like he’s never seen breasts before, pushing them together, testing their weight in his hands.“One day I’m going to put my cock between these and fuck them until they’re covered in cum. Would you like that? Want me to paint your tits and make a mess all over you?”