Chapter 7 Chap 7

POV of Lalaine.

Yes, that was a good deal. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head as I slid off my shoes and grabbed the hem.

I was stopped when he said, "Slower," in a husky voice.

That made me roll my eyes because it was so corny. "Would you like to put on music so that I can do the whole striptease for you, too?"

He winked and said, "Now you're getting it," before crawling across his bed and snatching a remote from the nightstand. I couldn't really tell where the sultry music was coming from because it seemed to be coming from everywhere after he pushed a button, but it started to play.

"No! I am unable to. I don't, I mean.

He turned it back off and said, "I'm just kidding," before getting back on the bed. "Some other time, maybe."

I exhaled deeply before releasing the zipper on the back of my skirt, letting it drop to the ground, and stepping out of it.

"Stop right there." Nick rose from the bed and came in my direction.

I awkwardly crossed one arm over my chest and the other over my stomach before lowering my eyes to the ground.

He circled me as he walked, and I could feel his eyes all over me. Then, as he came to a stop behind me and placed his chest against my back, I felt his touch. Before taking each of my hands in his own and pulling them away from my body, he ran the back of his fingertips down both of my arms until he reached them.

"Don't hide from me." His lips lightly touched the bend of my neck.

Before stroking back up along my arms and over my shoulders to roam down my back, he pulled back a little and let my hands drop to my sides. He continued until he reached the bra clasp, and before I knew what was happening, he had undone it. In order to reveal my breasts to him, he slowly pushed the straps over my shoulders until they fell down my arms.

Once more, I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. His slow exhalation left warm breath all over my body. My neck and shoulder were covered in a trail of openmouthed kisses that left a trail of flames in their wake.

I shivered, but I was fairly certain that it wasn't from being cold but rather from his attention. I was getting so hot inside that I was afraid I might catch fire.

My hips were then touched by his hands. He dipped his fingers under the band of my pants and slowly started to push them down. I tensed up, unsure of what to do.

"Relax. All I want to do is see you. He said in a soothing voice, "All of you.

I tried to calm down a little bit while inhaling deeply. The man was gorgeous, as I mentioned, and in normal circumstances I would want to be all over him, so it wasn't exactly simple to do.

My pants were then around my ankles.

I was completely exposed and defenseless in front of the man who had just bought me for his own amusement as I stood there, naked as a jaybird.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He paused, and he knew it, waiting for an answer I didn't have to give. "My time. You can either turn around and look at me while keeping your back to me.

I was aware of his actions. He forced me to make a decision. There wasn't much of a choice, though. I would appear to be a scared little girl if I remained where I was. I would appear to want this just as much as he did if I turned around. He comes out ahead, and I'm either damned if I do or damned if I don't.

So I turned around. If I was going to lose, I wanted my consolation prize. And an eyeful of a virgin was consolation enough at that point.

Nick gave me that annoyingly sexy smirk again, obviously happy with my decision. Secretly, so was I. I watched as he slowly undid each button of his shirt with his nimble fingers.

They were thick and long and, well, porntastic, I believe Del would say. He pulled his shoulders back as he shrugged off the shirt, revealing one very lucky wifebeater.

Enough was enough. I was there for a reason.

I stepped toward him as he reached for the hem of the T-shirt and stilled his hands. He raised a questioning brow, and I mirrored his expression, daring him to stop me.

But he didn't. I placed my hands on his hips and ran them up his sides, tugging at the shirt and dragging it up his long torso. Nick raised his arms and allowed me to pull it over his head, and I tossed it to the floor. Well, I tried to toss it to the floor, but he was quick and caught it in midfall, gracefully draping it over the back of the chair with his jacket and dress shirt.

Before he could face me again, my hands were on his belt and working it loose. Without removing it, I tackled the button of his pants and then the zipper.

"Anxious?" he asked with a sly smile. My only response was to look him square in the eye and shove his pants over his hips. Under the pants? Mouthwatering boxer briefs. Red boxer briefs that were the home of a very proud, helmet- wearing soldier.

Now, I'd seen his marvelous cock up close earlier, but there was just something about the way the man filled out a pair of underwear that really got my gears a- grindin'. You could see just enough detail of what was beneath, while still maintaining an element of mystery; a goody basket waiting to be unwrapped, if you will.

Nick hooked his thumbs under the waistband, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time, and took them off. It wasn't until he grabbed his discarded underwear and turned his back to me that I allowed myself to check him out more thoroughly.

He walked toward a set of doors on the other side of the room that I assumed was a closet, and I let my eyes roam over his strong shoulders and down his muscular back to ...

"You're checking out my ass, aren't you?" he asked without turning around.

I snapped my head to look away before he could actually catch me. "Um, not at all." Of course my voice cracked, forcing me to clear my throat.

"Uh-huh, sure," he said as he shut the doors of the closet behind him. He walked over to his jacket, grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the inside pocket, and then strolled over to the couch next to the window and sat down, still completely naked.

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, so I just watched as he lit up a cigarette and set the lighter and pack down on the table beside him.

I was hypnotized by the way his lips made love to the cigarette with each draw of nicotine. He reached down and grabbed his dick with his other hand and began to stroke it while his eyes raked over my body.

"Come here," he said, motioning to me with a backward jerk of his head.