Page 52 of Not So Goode

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, basically. When we first started dating, there was some, like, going around the bases kind of stuff. Heavy petting, touching under clothes. Then sex, and we never really tried anything else.”

“So, you’ve never…” he paused, shifted a little closer—he was on top of the blankets, I realized, and he’d likely done it to make me more comfortable. “You’ve never gone down on a guy. Never felt him losing his shit, and knowing you have absolute control over him. Last night was the first time a guy has evertaken careof you, too. Showed you what feeling good is supposed to be like. Just made you feel good and left it at that.”

I wanted to breathe, really I did, but I couldn’t. He was taking my breath away. Moving closer, that single fingertip sliding down the outside of my arm. Bring the blankets with it, baring me. The upper swell of my breast was bared, now.

“That would be correct.”

“And you’ve never taken a good hard pounding from behind either.” He smirked. “Never gotten on your hands and knees and felt him just…fuckyou, like you’re all there is on the whole planet and if he doesn’t fuck you as hard as he can, he’ll just fuckin’ die.”

I swallowed hard. “N-no.” Jesus. “Definitely not.”

“Damn. Really missing out.”

“This all sounds like things you particularly enjoy.”

He nodded. “Abso-fuckin-lutely, babe.” He kept brushing the blanket down—my areolae were exposed now, and then my nipples, and then all of my breasts, my nipples puckering in the air, under his bold, predatory gaze. “Why, do they not sound fun to you?”

“Fun? Not sure fun is the word I’d use.”

“So, what would you say, then?”

“Intense. Exciting. Daring.”

He laughed. “Daring? Babe, you been in a box your whole adult life. That shit ain’t daring. It’s how itshouldbe.”

“I’m realizing I have been in a box,” I said.

“Someone’s gotta get you out of that box, then.”

The blankets were at my sacrum, then sliding down my hip, to my thighs. He left them there, my sex exposed. His eyes raked over me, devoured my body greedily, blatantly.

“Fuck, Charlie.” He sounded almost pained.

“What?” I whispered.

He shook his head. “Nah, nothin’. Just you. Woman, you’re incredible.”

I shrugged, and the way his eyes followed my breasts told me he appreciated what that movement did for them. “Just me.”

“Well, just you is fuckin’ sexy.” He ran his tongue over his lip, his eyes going from my eyes to my breasts, staying there.

His hand slid across the mattress. His eyes flicked to mine, and I knew he was watching to see what I would do. Cover myself? Stop his hand?

I did nothing.

My nipple was peaked, hard. I remembered his touch from last night and wanted to feel it again.

Crazy, yes. But I was naked in this bed, with this man. I was on a crazy road trip with my crazy sister. For the first time since I was seventeen years old, I was single.

And this man found me attractive.

Made me feel like…

Well…

As he just put it, he made me feel fucking sexy. And god, that was an addictive feeling. I realized I’d never really feltsexywith…my ex. I didn’t want to think his name, not here, not now. I knew he’d wanted to have sex with me, sure. Some affection for me as a person, sure. But…not this all-consumingneedwhich I saw in Crow’s eyes.

Like, if he didn’t get his hands on my skin right now, he was going to explode.