I’m panting by the time he eventually releases my lips. “I have to get up, Baby girl. I don’t have anything here to wear to work.”
I nod. “Of course.”
“I’ll pick you up here at six, okay? Will you pack a bag so you can stay at my house tonight?”
I giggle. “Do I have a choice?”
“Yep. I can stay here in your tiny bed again.”
“My bed is not small. It’s a normal bed.”
“But I’m not a normal guy.”
“You do realize we’re only taking up about a third of the bed, right?”
He lifts his leg. “I’m hanging off the end.”
He’s right about that.
“Will you pack for several days, Sophia?”
I stare at him. Am I ready for this? It’s so fast. One minute we were practically strangers. The next minute, his hand was on my inner thigh, and I was panting with lust.
“Maybe…”
He kisses all over my face. “Please?”
I tip my head back to enjoy the feel of his lips on my neck. He makes it hard to say no. I moan instead of speaking.
He growls as he releases me and pushes off the side of the bed to stand. He reaches out to tug the covers down my body, exposing me entirely.
I shiver, forcing myself not to cross my arms and draw my legs up.
“So fucking sexy…” he purrs. He bends over and kisses my nipples, making them instantly stiffen. His lips move to my pussy next, and he plants one gentle kiss there. “Will you shave for me, Little one?”
“Down… Down there?” My voice squeaks.
He nods. “Yes, Baby girl. Your pussy. If the idea makes you nervous, I can do it for you.”
My eyes go wide, and I gasp.
“What? You don’t think I can shave a Little girl’s pussy?”
I try to picture these two scenarios. My first thought is that I can’t picture myself reaching between my legs and shaving my most sensitive parts. I know some women do. Most probably get themselves waxed. Could I do that?
When I try to visualize Tate shaving me, my face heats. That seems incredibly embarrassing. Maybe I’ll make a wax appointment. Could I do that during lunch?
“I could do it right now before I leave,” he suggests.
I shake my head, drawing my knees together. “No way.”
He chuckles. “You sort it out then.” He kisses me on the mouth this time before shoving off the bed.
I watch while he puts his shirt back on and then sits on the edge of the mattress to put his shoes on. His hair is thick and messy. Sexy. I want to run my fingers through it, but I don’t. I’m too stunned from this latest request. I can’t breathe fully. After he leaves, I’ll pull myself together.
When he’s done, he stands. “Where is your phone, Baby girl?”
“Uhhh. I might have left it in the bathroom last night.”
