Chapter 21

“I love that you’re ambitious and driven. I don’t want to change you.”

“I know.” I lay my palm on his hip. I love how defined it is, how sharp. The contrast between smooth skin and hard, sharp bone excites me. I resist the impulse to slide my hand further down and grab his ass, and instead caress the outside of his thigh. It’s covered in soft, downy hair—his legs and underarms are the only places on his body, except for the obvious ones, with any hair at all—and the contrast between the darkness of the hairs and the fairness of his skin is mesmerizing.

I slide my hand to the back of his thigh, and he gasps. His nose nudges against mine and I look into his eyes. The longing warming my belly reflects in his dark gaze, but he’s keeping himself in check, letting me lead at whatever pace I’m comfortable with. His hand never stops caressing my back, though.