Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Liam
My bedroom isn’t going to make it onto the pages of any home interior design magazines.
It has the essentials. A king-size bed because I need it. The bedding is white. I like simple lines and a minimalistic look, so the only other pieces of furniture are two mismatched bedside tables.
I keep everything in the closet. It’s not large, but it’s big enough to house what I need.
I watch Athena’s expression as she takes in the room.
Sheer curtains cover the window. Light doesn’t interfere with my sleep, so I never bothered to find something to block the sunrise.
“This is nice.” She looks up at me.
I flick on the television that’s hung on the wall across from my bed. I know it’s not ideal, but sometimes I need the sounds emanating from it to lull me to sleep.
My mind races at night. The white noise coming from the TV is sometimes all I need to drift off.
Athena stays locked in place just inside the bedroom door.
I take the lead and drop my ass on the bed. “I’ll get to work on that pillow wall.”
That lures a smile to her mouth. “You don’t have to do that.”
I will if it gets her beside me.
She takes tentative steps toward the bed. Once her knees hit the mattress, she crawls on.
I watch her settle, with her back against the large wooden headboard. It was a gift from Sebastian when he sold his apartment. I grabbed it when he offered because it fits this room better than the slim design headboard I inherited with the apartment when I bought it.
Her hands skim over the skirt of the dress, adjusting it to cover her thighs.
I want to know what’s under it.
I’m dying to see her skin, her tits, and her pussy.
I suck in a breath to try and will my cock to rein it in.
The scent of her skin is driving me mad. The second she’s out the door tonight, my dick will be in my palm, pumping one out while I think about her underneath me.
“What do you want to watch?” Her voice envelops me. “What do you usually watch?”
“Whatever pops up first.” I demonstrate by choosing the first thing in my ‘recommended for you list.’ I drop the remote on the bedside table.
Her gaze leaves my face in favor of whatever the fuck is on the TV screen. I don’t have that kind of self-control, so I stare at her profile.
I’ve met pretty women before, but she’s different. The innocence in her face only adds to how alluring she is.
“You’re not watching the show,” she accuses without turning to me.
“You’re way more interesting than whatever is on there.”
That perks her brow. “You won’t know that until you look at the TV.”
Crossing my arms over my bare chest, I lean back against the headboard. My eyes never leave her. “I’m not going to look at the TV, lilac.”
She swallows as her hands nervously knit together in her lap. “Can I touch you?”
My dick lurches inside my jeans. I close my eyes to ward off the desperation I feel.
“Yes.” The word escapes me in a strangled whisper.
“I’ll take off my dress first.” She tugs on the material covering her thighs. “I want to leave everything else on for now.”
I nod. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Sliding her legs to the side, she moves to stand. I watch her undress with just the flickering light of the television illuminating her.
Her hand slides to a zipper at her side. She tugs it down slowly. Her breathing is audible. I can hear the excitement in it. I can sense she’s nervous by the shaking of her hand.
With a tug down, the dress falls from her shoulders and pools at her feet to reveal a black bra and a pair of black boy shorts.
When she tips her head back, her hair bounces around her face.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Without a word, she drops both hands on the bed and crawls back on. Her tits jiggle with each movement. Her hair swings back and forth.
Once she’s beside me, I manage a question. I don’t know how the fuck I string together the words, but they come out. “Should I take off my jeans?”
With a slide of her eyes over my chest and down to my lap, she nods. “Yes, please.”
I unbutton the fly, shift on my ass, and push them down.
I don’t try and hide the bulge in my black boxer briefs. Why the hell would I? I’m not ashamed of how much I want her.
“Can I touch you now?” she asks in a breathless voice.
I lean back again, setting my hands at my side because this is for her. This is all for her. “Be my guest, lilac.”