I’d been too quiet for too long because Preston kissed my cheek again. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”
Nothing. My brain was startlingly blank.
After another few seconds, I took a deep breath and tried to figure out what I wanted. I had my safewords for a reason, and Preston wanted me to use them if I needed to.
Did I?
“Thank you.”
Evidently,I didn’t.
Ignoring the implications of what cleaning me up would mean, I held Preston’s hand tightly and led him back to my room. He kept up a slow one-sided conversation as we walked down the short hallway. When we got to my room, I glanced over quickly to see him smiling and studying the space.
“This is very you.” He shot me a quick smile, then went back to looking around. “I like it.”
I tried to see the space from his perspective. The large bed was just the mattress and box spring on a metal frame and the comforter was dark blue. “It’s kind of plain.”
Preston chuckled. “On the surface, maybe. But the silky red sheets that are poking out from under the covers tell a different story. I also see the dresser over there. Simple, but I see some panties folded neatly on top, and I bet there are some sexy things you have hidden away in there.” He squeezed my hand. “I don’t think this room is plain at all.”
Meeting that sexy, knowing smile of his was too hard, so I focused on the floor but squeezed his hand in return. “I’m glad you like it.”
He leaned in, and I felt his lips brush against my ear as he whispered, sending shivers through me. “I love it.”
A low sound escaped, and I did my best to pretend it wasn’t a moan. Preston’s chuckle said he wasn’t going to even try to ignore it. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
That had the heat rushing back to my face, but I nodded as he led me over to the dresser. “Pick out some clean panties.”
Fuck.
The words were innocent, but they sounded so…dirty.
My hands were shaking as I reached for the folded stack with my free hand. I hadn’t been kidding when I told Preston that I’d bought more panties once I’d realized that I liked them. I wouldn’t describe it as an obsession, but I had different types and styles depending on my mood.
I wasn’t ashamed of that, and I knew Preston wouldn’t want me to be, but I’d never let anyone see them before. Well, anyone in my real life.
That gave me a push of courage.
I liked my online friends. They were comforting in a way, but Preston meant more than that. One shaking hand reached out as he tightly held my other. Carefully, I sorted through the stack, reorganizing them into a new pile until I found the pair I wanted.
They were red.
They were also so delicate they were nearly see-through when I put them on. The almost sheer fabric was silky and clung to every curve. When they were clenched in my hand, I took a deep breath and opened the top drawer of the wide dresser. It was a bit awkward with the panties in my hand, but I didn’t want to lose my nerve by setting them down.
Preston made a low, pleased sound as I pulled out a pair of pajamas. They were just as silky as the panties, but they were a dark blue set that had long lounge pants and a tank top. They weren’t overly revealing, especially since we both knew he was going to see me naked in a moment, but they were clearly very feminine and as personal as the panties.
Even my online friends hadn’t seen them.
Preston reached out and ran one finger over the soft fabric before leaning close and kissing my cheek again. “Those are beautiful.”
I was still a nervous wreck, but relief started slowly working its way through me. He liked them. As soon as I’d come to terms with how much I loved the panties, I’d slowly started looking at other things. I’d never be as confident as Eli or Lane and wear skirts or anything like that in public, but at home, where no one else could see, I’d explored different things like nightgowns and lingerie sets.
I still couldn’t believe I was showing Preston.
“Thank you.” The words came out automatically, and I was glad that my brain hadn’t needed my input for a response because I wasn’t sure I could have figured one out.
Preston slowly took the pajamas from my hand and closed the drawer. Without him moving us toward the bathroom, I wasn’t sure how long I would have stood there just staring at the fabric in his hands. His broad fingers wrapped around the silky pajamas had crazy things rushing through my head.
Preston was going to see me in them.
