Chapter 12 Liza
Liza
I’m sitting on my bed when I hear the Blue knock lightly on the door. I was only about two minutes ahead of him, so it’s no surprise that he’s here already. I watch as the knob turns slowly, and when Blue’s tall, broad frame fills my doorway, a shiver washes over me.
Concern mars his features as he strides across the room and crouches in front of me. His hands are warm and gentle as they cover mine. “Fuck the study, Liza. If you’re nervous or having second thoughts, we call this deal off right now and never speak of it again.
I crack a smile, ready to explain that he mistook my full-body silver for nerves, when it was really just anticipation. But, of course, Blue’s charging ahead and making assumptions when he doesn’t have the full story.
“I’m serious,” he continues, and the earnest tone in his voice batters my defenses a bit. “Say the word, and I’m out the door. Hell, it doesn’t matter if I’ve got my face between your thighs and your legs draped over my shoulders. If you change your mind, then we’re done, full stop.“
“I appreciate that. I really do,” I tell him, doing my best to match his sincerity. “But I haven’t changed my mind in the last few minutes, and I don’t intend to. I’m not second-guessing anything, and I’m not having doubts.”
He nods, but he’s still frowning. “When you saw me walk into the room, you looked nervous. I just want you to know you’re safe with me, Liza.”
“I do know that,” I assure him. Yeah, he’s an immature jerk sometimes.
I’d never trust him with a water gun, and if he told me he refilled the salt shaker, I’d double check it to make sure it’s not full of sugar, but I know he’d never try to take advantage of me.
“My reaction when you walked in here wasn’t rooted in fear,” I say honestly. “I’m not scared. I’m…excited”
Relief washes over his chiseled features.
“Good. That’s good. If you want to slow things down, just say the word, okay?
And I feel like this goes without saying, but the key to good sex is communication.
If you like something, let me know. If you don’t, I want to know that, too.
This is all about your pleasure, and what feels really good one day might not do the trick another day, and that’s fine. You’re calling the shots and—”
“Great,” I interject. “In that case, my first command is for you to get down to business.”
His eyes are molten as his gaze wanders over my body. I’m still wearing the leggings and sweatshirt I changed into when I got into the game, but that doesn’t slow Blue down a bit. I can practically feel him calculating every curve on my body.
“Lie back on the bed,” he tells me as he points toward my bedside table. “Is your vibrator in here?”
I shake my head as I settle myself in the center of the bed. “No, it’s in the closet. I can’t even look at it.”
“Good thing you don’t have to, then, isn’t it?” His smile is wicked as he turns his attention to the closet. It takes him no time to locate the freaky little toy, but before he can begin to try out all its bells and whistles, he positions himself beside me.
Never in a million years did I think I’d be doing this. And most definitely not with Blue Halliday.
But here we are, in my room and on my bed.
There should be alarm bells blaring in my head telling me to put a stop to this.
Who in their right mind invites their nemesis over for an r-rated slumber party?
My only excuse is that he permanently scrambled my good sense when he slipped his hand into my panties yesterday.
I’m not-so-patiently waiting for those hands to dive right back in where they left off, but that’s not what’s happening. Turning my head a little to the left, I face the man who specializes in driving me crazy, both in and out of the bedroom. “Why are you doing that?” I ask.
Blue’s brow furrows. “Doing what?”
“Looking at me,” I reply in frustration.
He laughs. “Because you’re fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”
Immediately, I shake my head. “That’s not how this works.
You don’t have to say pretty things to me.
I’ve accepted that there’s a mutual attraction between us, and you happen to have something I desperately want, which is the ability to bestow orgasms. So,” My words trail off as I make a fidgety motion with my hands.
I’m rambly and awkward, but I’m blaming that on Blue.
He has the audacity to chuckle at me. He doesn’t even try to hide the smile creasing his too-handsome face. “So what?” he asks. “You want me to shut up and get to work?”
That’s exactly what I want, but it suddenly seems like the wrong thing to ask for.
“You’re a worse liar than I am, DeWalt,” he says, tracing the crewneck collar of my sweatshirt. It shouldn't be a sexy move, but I think Blue could make sneezing sexy if he tried.
What am I saying? The man oozes sex appeal without any effort. “You’re the problem,” I blurt.
He’s not even ruffled by my outburst and it’s maddening the way he’s looking at me and outlining my sweatshirt like it’s sexy lingerie and not free merch from the hockey team.
“Oh, yeah?” he says calmly, almost coyly, like he’s fucking flirting with me. Oh, god. He probably is, and I’m so damn out of practice that I’m lying here like a clueless, needy mess.
“What’s so problematic about me?” he asks, letting his hands wander over my shoulders—my freaking shoulders.
I want him to cup my breasts, to ignite the kind of fire in me that sparked to life last night when we were in the equipment room, and the soft, gentle strokes he’s lavishing on my shoulders right now aren’t going to get the job done.
And yet…
“This,” I say, practically hissing the word. “This is the problem.”
“You don’t like it when I touch you?” he asks. This gorgeous asshole knows the answer, but he stills his hands anyway.
“The problem is that I like it too much,” I tell him, choosing honesty because there’s no point in lying. My body’s betraying me, reacting to his touch. My lips are parted, my cheeks are flush with color and the rest of my body is practically vibrating in anticipation of what we’re about to do.
His hands resume their wandering. “Sounds like a good problem to have, DeWalt.” His touches are featherlight and I want more, so I place my hand over his and tug at the collar of my sweatshirt.
“Anybody ever tell you that you’re impatient?” he asks, stilling my hand.
“Anybody ever tell you that you move slower than molasses?” I ask.
“No. I’ve never heard that phrase before in my life. And I’m taking my time because the whole point is to make you feel good. That’s not going to happen unless you’re ready for it.”
I wrest my fingers from his and pull my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. “I promise I’m ready, Blue.”
He doesn’t say a word as his eyes rake over my breasts and stomach.
I’m wearing a bra, but it's thin and lacy and doesn’t do a damn thing to conceal what’s inside.
When his eyes meet mine again, I swear they're a darker shade of blue.
I use the element of surprise to my advantage as I guide his hand down my torso.
His fingers toy with my waistband, so I decide to be helpful and pull the leggings down and then off.
He swears softly before dragging his knuckles over the soft material of my panties that covers my mound.
Another curse word falls from his lips and this time, when I tug at the sides of my lacy fabric, I have some help.
A few seconds later, I’m completely naked on my bed.
Blue’s chest is bare, but his bottom half is covered by a grey pair of sweats that aren’t leaving much to my imagination.
He moves between my legs and his shoulders are so massive that I let my thighs fall open, exposing all of myself to him.
His eyes are practically navy blue as they lock onto mine.
He reaches for the vibrator that I rescued from its confines in the closet, but I wrap my fingers around his wrist. “Are you sure that’s necessary? ”
Blue smiles up at me. “It’s not, but it could be fun. Dual action antlers have to equate to pleasure, right?”
“I wouldn’t know. I never could bring myself to use it. In theory, a vibrator sounds great, but if I look between my legs and see a giant antler or a blinking red nose? Well, I’m pretty sure that’s a mood killer.”
“You won't be looking between your legs,” he says, running his hands lazily over the backs of my thighs. “You’ll be looking right at me. That’s the rule, Liza. You take your eyes off me, I take my fingers or my mouth off you. Got it?”
His tone is commanding, almost bossy, and my traitorous pussy loves it, damn her. I open my mouth to protest, but Blue cuts me off before I can formulate an argument.
“You came apart for me last night, right? You let all your inhibitions go and your body responded. That’s what needs to happen now. I don’t want you thinking about anything, not even a freaky silicone reindeer. I just want you to feel, Liza. Can you do that for me?”
All I can do is nod because with a few short sentences he’s cast a spell over me.
I want to feel the way I did last night.
I want to know if it’s real or attainable or just an exaggeration created by my brain.
If the only way to do that is to focus all my attention on the man in front of me, then that’s what I’m going to do.
When his finger traces the seam of my pussy lips, I know I’ve made the right decision.
“Fucking beautiful,” I hear him murmur, the vibration of his voice tickling the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. “And so damn wet for me.”