Free The Sun and the Moon (Giving You ... #1) by Leslie McAdam Page B

light on because I didn't want him to see my naked body.
    Desperately, I tried to save the situation.  "Ryan, let me light some candles."
    He sighed. "Amelia, you are literally my wet dream fantasy from high school. I dreamt about you then, and I dream about you now. I want to see you. You don't need to hide. I already know your body is gorgeous," he cajoled.
    "Please." I tried hard not to beg, but was spectacularly unsuccessful. Quickly, my mind racing, I came up with an excuse. "It's more romantic with candles."
    I could tell that he saw through me, but he acquiesced with grace. "Where are the matches?"
    He lit the candles, and I was pleased that I had managed to land on the truth: it was romantic. After he blew out the last match, he turned to me and looked at me, eyebrows furrowed.
    "Do you want to go out with me next Friday night?"
    That wasn’t what I was expecting him to say.
    He continued, "I don't want a one night stand with you. Will you agree to see me again after tonight?"
    I nodded. "Yes."  It was flattering that he wanted to see me again, but also exciting and soothing at the same time.  Feelings!  I was having feelings!
    He seemed to relax, his shoulders lowering, letting out a breath. "Then I can take my time tonight, and we don't have to make our way through the encyclopedia from A to Z. More to look forward to."
    I didn't know what he meant by an encyclopedia since I seemed to be stuck on "M" for missionary, by choice, but I felt relief that I wasn't going to be pushed entirely out of my limits tonight. "Oh-okay," I stuttered.
    He came over to the side of the bed and stood there, looking down at me as I was sprawled, fully dressed, on my bed. He leaned down and pulled off one of my socks, and then the other, holding my feet firmly with his warm hands. This was strangely comforting. Then he reached down to the hem of my sweater and, as I helped him, he yanked it up over my head.
    As he went to climb on the bed over me, I stopped him.  "Nuh-uh. Yours too buddy. We stay the same amount of dressed."
    He immediately unbuttoned his button-down removed it, and then tugged his white t-shirt over his head.
    Holy Mary Mother of God.
    The whole Irish-Catholic upbringing came in handy sometimes.
    When I saw his chest before, at the beach, it looked hard and chiseled and covered with salt water from the ocean. When I felt his chest before, at the coffee shop, I could feel soft, warm skin, but I couldn't see him under his shirt. Now I finally had the best of both worlds: vision and touch. Yes . I reached out to feel him as I gazed at all of the gorgeous planes of his torso. He climbed on the bed and straddled me, grinning down at me.
    He stared at me for a moment, his knees by my hips, and then uttered, " Fuck ," emphatically, shaking his head a little. "I can't believe that I’ve got you here, under me, in bed. After all this time." He trailed his finger down my neck, down my shoulders, down my arms, and then over to my belly and up the other side. He softly brushed my breasts and then leaned down to kiss my neck, talking with his lips pressed against my skin. "It's a dream come true. What do you like?  What drives you wild?"
    I had no idea what he was talking about.  "What do you mean?"
    "Do you have any requests? I feel like I'm at a restaurant and everything on the menu is something I really want to eat. It's hard to choose."
    I shook my head.
    "Don't be embarrassed. No requests?" I shook my head again. "Fine. I'll order for the two of us." And he started to kiss his way down my torso, over my bra, down the middle of my belly, until he got to my jeans. With a quick flick of his fingers, he unbuttoned and unzipped them, and slid my pants over my hips and onto the ground.
    I looked at him, and he grinned, knowing that I was going to demand that he take off his jeans. He got off the bed, unbuttoned, unzipped, and shucked off his pants too, showing me a raging erection barely encased by black Calvin Klein boxer