Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Harper

The shower did wonders for my cold skin but I'm still a mess of nerves.

Knowing Easton is in my room, waiting for me. That we're most likely

going to take our relationship to the next level and have sex...

It's exciting.

Scary.

Overwhelming.

Freaking terrifying

I rub lotion all over my body. Run a brush through my hair again and

again, wishing I had enough time to blow dry it. I slip on a robe my

mom gave me a couple of Christmas's ago. It's black with giant white

polka dots on it, and it's super short, barely covering my butt.

That's all I wear. Not necessarily sexy, but I know Easton will definitely

appreciate my nakedness.

After stalling long enough, I finally exit the bathroom, crossing the

short hall into my bedroom. I slip inside the room and close the door,

my mouth falling open at the scene in

front of me.

Easton sitting on the corner of my bed, his legs spread wide in that way

boys sit and his head bent as he stares at his phone. He's wearing light

gray sweats and nothing else.

Nothing. Else.

His chest is on full display, and I drink in all that smooth skin covering

sleek muscle. His broad shoulders and chest. The rigid muscles of his

abs. His flat stomach with the thin trail of dark hair that leads from his

navel, disappearing into the sweats.

I've seen him before without a shirt on. I've actually had his dick in my

mouth. But there is something about him waiting for me like this that is

50...

Sexy.

And that's not a word I use lightly-if at all.

Easton lifts his head, his gaze meeting mine and he smiles, tossing his

phone onto the mattress like he could care less what's happening on

social media.

All that matters is what's happening right now. Between us.

“That was a long shower.”

His deep, gravelly voice rumbles through me, settling between my legs.

“I needed to warm up.”

“I can warm you up.” His smile fades and his expression turns serious.

“Come here."

push away from the door and slowly go to him, and when I'm close

enough, he hooks his arm around my waist. I rest my hands on his

shoulders, standing in between his spread legs, breathless when he

pulls me even closer and rests his chin on my robe covered stomach,

gazing up at me.

“I wanna take this off.” He toys with the fabric belt of my robe.

A shuddery breath leaves me and I decide to be bold. “I want you to

take it off.”

He arches a brow as he pulls away slightly, reaching for the belt. He

slowly unties it while I stand there, trembling despite the hot shower I

just took. Despite how his heated gaze singes me from the inside out.

I'm nervous. Anxious to his calm. His movements are slow. Deliberate.

He pulls the belt off and lets it fall to the floor, the robe fabric

immediately parting and revealing most of my naked body

His gaze never leaves mine as he slips his hands inside of the robe, and

I lock my knees so I don’t crumble to the ground. His cool fingers skim

my stomach, making me jump and my heart races so hard, I'm scared

he'll see it pounding away beneath my skin.

“You're beautiful,” he whispers right before he leans in and places his

mouth on my stomach. I close my eyes, trying my best to chase the fear

away. Blindly, I reach for him, tangling my fingers in his hair, holding

him to me.

I stand before him as he examines me with his hands and his eyes while

I keep mine

closed, letting my other senses take over. The scent of his hair as it

brushes across my belly, his soft, warm mouth tickling my skin. The

sound of his accelerated breaths as his hands curve around to cup my

butt. Those big hands slip downward, his fingers coming teasingly close

to the place I want them the most, and a breathy moan leaves me when

he removes his hands from my body completely.

He's such a tease.

“Let's take this off,” he murmurs and I shrug out of the robe, letting it

fall to the floor.

When he doesn't do or say anything, I crack my eyes open to find him

examining me as if I'm a painting hanging on a museum wall.

“What?” I ask, my voice cracking.

“I never get a chance to really look at you.” He runs his hand over my

hip. “And you truly are beautiful. Like a work of art.”

I want to laugh, but can't. “So poetic.”

His gaze lifts to mine. “Not a word anyone would use to describe me.”

“Maybe you're only poetic for me,” I whisper, reaching for him so I can

cup the side of his face.

He smiles and my heart catches. He's the beautiful one. I don't know

how I got so lucky to catch this boy's attention, but here I am. Standing

in front of him in my bedroom, no one else in the house, and I'm

completely naked.

If anyone would've told me a couple of months ago this would be

happening, I would've laughed in their face. Impossible.

Easton didn't even know I existed

And now look at us.

“You're a virgin, aren't you.” He doesn't ask it like a question.

An awkward laugh leaves me. “Is it that obvious?”

“No, I just-1 figured.” He strokes my hip again, back and forth. Drawing

closer and closer to my pussy. “I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won't,” I say with confidence.

His fingers trail across the skin just above my pubic hair, teasing. “You

sure about that?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He's quiet, concentrating on his exploration. And when his fingers slip

between my legs, parting me, I catch my breath, sinking my teeth into

my lower lip. My eyes fall closed when he touches me there.

I've touched myself before but I didn't know just how good it could be

when someone else does it.

And Easton knows exactly what he’s doing.