War leaned on the writing desk, crossing his arms over his chest, and watched me wander around his room, trailing my fingertips over his things. His grin was full of wry amusement. “Oh, I am. If I’d thought you’d be down for it, I probably would have laid you out on that couch and ate your pussy for everyone to watch. Fuck, Bliss. I’d love to do that; you have no fucking idea how bad I want your thighs around my head while every other man in the room watches and creams himself with jealousy because it ain’t him.”
I laughed. “That wouldn’t happen.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Why not?”
Ugh. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I made things awkward with my hang-ups. “Maybe if you did it with Siren.”
He frowned. “Why?”
I raised one shoulder. “She’s gorgeous.”
“And you’re not?”
“I’ve had a lifetime of people telling me how pretty I’d be if I just lost some weight. And they’re right.”
His eyes darkened. “Take your jeans off.”
I glanced sharply at him. “Sorry?”
“Take your jeans off, Bliss. Now.”
A shiver ran through me at the demand in his voice. The only light in the room came from a small lamp in the corner he’d flicked on. I wanted to do what he’d said. I’d willingly come down here, knowing, or at least hoping it was going to turn into sex. I knew this was my only chance to have him. He’d have lost interest by the next day, but I didn’t care. I had so much pent-up frustration inside me, I desperately needed to give it an outlet.
But I never had sex with the light on. And I sure as hell wasn’t about to start now, with him, the man who probably had models in his bed every other night. “Turn the light off.”
He stared at me, mulling something over in his head. Eventually, he nodded and pushed off the table to go to the lamp. “One time, Bliss. You get tonight in the dark, because I can see I’ve probably already pushed you out of your comfort zone. After tonight, every time I fuck you, it’s gonna be with the lights on. Don’t deprive me of watching you.”
I sucked in a breath at the promise. At the idea he’d even want to see me.
Caleb had never come right out and said it, but I’d always suspected he’d never wanted the lights on because he was too busy picturing someone else beneath him.
War bent over and flicked the switch on the lamp, plunging the room into darkness once more. “Take your jeans off, Bliss,” he said again.
My heart pounded, but God, I wanted to. Even if this was just a quick screw with the rest of our clothes still on, I wanted to feel him inside me. My core begged to be filled.
The darkness was familiar and comforting. It wasn’t absolute, but it was enough to feel sexy. He would only see my outline, a dark figure moving in the shadows, not all the little lumps and bumps and rolls I hated.
He sat on the side of the bed, the springs squeaking slightly beneath his weight.
I stepped out of my heels, my bare feet finding the scuffed wood floorboards. I undid the button on my jeans and then the zipper on my fly before pushing them down my legs and toeing them off.
“Panties too.”
I couldn’t breathe. Caleb had never made me feel like this. There’d never been any sort of foreplay or buildup with him. It was just him rolling on top of me and pushing his dick between my legs, whether I was ready or not. I’d gotten used to it, but it was never particularly fun for me. I’d always had to go to the bathroom later and handle it myself if I wanted to come. Most of the time I didn’t bother.
I tucked my fingers into the sides of my panties and lowered them to the floor, barely daring to breathe.
War stood so we were face-to-face. His fingers found my chin, and he tilted my face up. “You like it when I tell you what to do.”
It was more of a statement than a question.
I nodded. All I’d ever done in the past was lie quietly beneath men while they grunted and sweated over me. I didn’t know anything else. Caleb never even kissed me in public, let alone pulled me onto his lap and told me to grind on him. I needed War’s guidance.
“Good girl.” He kissed me deeply, his tongue plunging into mine. It was so sexy I almost forgot I was half naked.
His fingers found the hem of my top, and he lifted it over my head. The shirt joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, and a moment later, my bra was beside them too.
“Just how I like my women,” War purred in my ear. “Fully naked before I’ve even taken my cut off. If we’re in here, baby girl, I don’t ever want you in clothes.”