Page 45 of Something Reckless

ALBA

“ Y ou positive you don’t want anything? I’m sure there’s a few flavors of ice cream in the freezer,” Easton offers, a few minutes later when we’re sitting around in his living room.

“I’m still full of fried Oreos,” I say, my skin tingling when he scoots up beside me on the couch.

“You?! Too full for more dessert?” he teases as he leans back, spreading his powerful arms along the back of the couch.

I laugh. “There’s a first time for everything.”

His arm gradually slides across the cushion until it’s draped around my shoulder. Total high school move. I grin.

I look over and find him staring at me.“What?” I ask him.

He shakes his head, his eyes skimming up the length of my bare legs to the fringed hem of my too-short cut-off jeans.When he looks at me that way, there’s an instant tingle between my thighs.

It only intensifies when Easton gets even closer to me. “You’re beautiful. That’s what. ”

He grasps my waist, pulling me to straddle his lap.

“Sweet talker,” I taunt him, shamelessly rocking my pelvis against his.

He harrumphs. “You’re one to talk. You look sweet. You smell sweet. You taste sweet.” The tip of his nose glides up my neck until he captures my mouth in a searing kiss. “I’m drowning in your sweetness, Alba.”

“Oh, Easton…” I hear myself whimper before my lips passionately join his again.

I sort of wish he’d stop saying things like this. I wish he’d stop being so damn nice to me. Because, sure, we’re doing the sex wishlist thing. But I’m starting to realize that I’m not strong enough to keep from crossing the line we drew in the sand.

With each moment we spend together, I grow increasingly terrified that I might just fall head over heels for this man.

Easton grips my waist, holding me in place as he begins to slowly grind his steely erection against my most sensitive spot. The friction against my clit is intoxicating, making my brain foggy with lust.

Don’t fall in love with him, Alba , my withering brain cells chant like a dying chorus. Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love. Don’t fall in love.

Shit. I don’t stand a chance.

Easton takes a quiet moment to carefully examine my expression. “Do you want to stop? We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

I exhale deeply, allowing myself to come back into the moment. “I don’t want to stop,” I say finally. I convince myself that it’s perfectly all right for Easton and me to have a little adult fun.

He smiles at me with mischief. “Good. Because I have a spicy wish of my own tonight,” he mumbles, his eyes beaming eagerly at me.

My manicured brow rises. “You do?”

He’s nodding as his fingertips slip under the hem of my T-shirt.

I laugh softly. “You don’t get to make the wishes. You’re the genie,” I say, even as I feel my own body leaning toward his for another kiss.

He trails his lips up the side of my neck to my earlobe. “Well, I’m bending the rules tonight.”

My core starts to hum, keenly aware that, whatever Easton has in mind, it will involve orgasms. Delicious orgasms.

“Okay…” I say tentatively, already breathing harder. “What’s your wish?”

He nibbles and licks at my skin. Then, he holds his breath and says, “I want you to sleep in my bed tonight…”

I pull back. “Wh-what…?” My eyes immediately bounce toward the staircase leading up to the second floor. “What about Jagger?” I whisper, already feeling panicked.

If my nephew wakes up in the middle of the night and finds me in Easton’s bed, he’ll have questions, and the last thing I want to do is confuse him.

Cupping my cheek, Easton directs my attention back to himself.

“Jagger is fast asleep, all the way upstairs and at the end of the hallway. And after the day he had, I’m pretty sure he’s out for the night.

” Easton’s warm palm covers my breast, tweaking my nipple through my T-shirt.

“And to be clear, I’m not asking you to spend the night with me, Alba. ”

Now, I’m the one confused. “So, what are you asking then?”

A wicked glint sparkles in his eyes. “You’re going to go to my bedroom,” he says quietly, “and you’re going to close the door…Then, you’re going to climb into my bed…and touch yourself for me.”

I swallow. “What…?”

“I want you naked in my bed, Tiny Tiger. I want your scent all over my sheets. I want you to scream my name into my pillows as you come all over your hands. And I want to talk you through it. That’s my wish tonight. Tell me if you want that, too.”

Oh my…Oh my…Wow…

For a second, I hesitate. I’ve never done anything like that before. Getting myself off has always been something private. A stolen moment. A dirty little secret, just for me.

But tonight, this man wants me to share that moment with him. And I want to do it.

I want to be brave and sexy and confident. I want to do it for Easton. I want to do it for me.

I suck in a breath. “Yes…”

A radiant smile takes over Easton’s face, and I waste no time sliding off his lap. He takes my hand in his and leads me down the ground floor hallway.

Standing outside of the closed door of his bedroom, Easton tenderly lifts my chin, making me look at him. “I’m not trying to pressure you. If you’re not comfortable—”

Grabbing the front of his T-shirt, I boldly yank him down toward me and kiss him dirty, not even allowing him to finish his sentence. “I consent, Easton. I consent freely and willingly.” I smirk. “Happy now?”

He smirks back. “Ecstatic.”

I push open the door to the large, dark bedroom. Attempting to come across as confident, I close the door in Easton’s face before he can offer me another way out.

I can’t see much of my surroundings, but the feel of the room is luxurious. The plush carpet beneath my feet. The rich cologne in the air. The lingering traces of Easton’s energy, if that makes any sense.

But now that I’m alone, I’m anything but confident. I stare at the big, cozy bed shrouded in shadows and I don’t know where to start.

I jump when my phone rings in the back pocket of my shorts. Easton’s name flashes on the screen. With a tentative smile unfolding across my lips, I answer the call.

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Tower?” I ask, a hint of snark in my tone.

He hits me right between the legs with the gravel in his deep voice. “You can help me by getting in my bed and coming all over my sheets.”

I whimper. Holy wow…

“You’re going to follow my instructions,” he tells me, no nonsense in his words. “I’m going to talk you through it. Step by step.”

“Okay…” I squeak back and his sound of satisfaction comes over the line.

That’s when I hear the floorboards creak on the other side of the door. Shit. He’s still standing right outside.

“Are you naked, Alba?” he asks me.

I fumble, feeling clueless about what to do. “Uh, um…no.”

“That’s all right, baby. Put the phone on speaker because you’re going to need both of your hands, okay?” Easton speaks patiently despite the husky quality to his voice.

“Okay,” I repeat, setting the phone in the middle of the mattress and putting it on speaker mode.

Easton’s whispered voice fills the bedroom. “Now, I want you to take off your shirt, and your bra, too…Take your time…Don’t rush…Pay attention to the way the fabric feels on your skin. ”

Standing at the foot of the bed, I do exactly as he says, slowly lifting my T-shirt over my head and noticing the way the cotton feels gliding up my torso. Goosebumps sprout along my skin, everywhere the hem of my shirt kisses.

I unfasten my bra, releasing my breasts. I shudder at the sensations that spark in my body as my heavy globes bounce free. Shit—this is what it feels like to not be in a hurry, to not have to rush for once.

“Take off your shorts,” Easton commands softly through the phone.

With sweaty hands, I undo the button and shimmy my hips as I push the scrap of denim to the floor.

Easton growls from the other side of the door.

“What is it?” I whisper, my voice shaking.

“Fuck—I’m just thinking about how sexy you looked in those shorts all day,” he confesses. “You have no idea how much I wanted to bend you over the concession stand at the fair and peel those damn shorts right off your perfect body.” He chuckles.

I huff a laugh, somehow feeling less nervous. Because, sure, the phone sex thing is something I’ve never done before, and it’s kind of nerve-wracking. But at the same time, I’m doing it with Easton. It doesn’t have to be so serious. It can be silly and fun.

“I’m glad you didn’t do that,” I respond mirthfully as I’m now shimmying my panties down my legs and setting them on the dresser. “We might have gotten arrested for breaking some public indecency laws. Not to mention the health code violations.”

“There’s nothing indecent about your body, Alba,” he scoffs. “And health code violations? Blasphemy! Those health inspectors would never get near you. I’d chase them off with a hockey stick. ”

I laugh harder and any lingering nervousness fades away as I lie back on the bed, fully naked now. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m serious,” he insists. “As someone who’s had the honor of feasting between those perfect thighs, I can assure you, that pretty pussy is the furthest thing from a health code violation.”

Easton’s scent rises up all around me as my weight sinks into the cloud-like mattress. “The only one…” I murmur as I set down the phone on the pillow, right by my ear.

Easton pauses. “What…?”

“You’re the only one who’s ever been between my thighs…” And you’re the only one I’ll ever want there. The internal walls of my channel give a hard throb at that thought.

“Fuck, baby…” he rasps out, suddenly serious again. He emits a jagged breath. He swallows audibly. “Are you naked now?”

“Yes…” I say.

“I can just imagine how fucking beautiful you look in my bed…I can imagine being on top of you, touching you.” I hear the hallway floorboards creak again.

“How would you touch me?” I question, my curiosity pushing any lingering shyness to the side.