"You know it's almost seven, right?" Her head fell to the side. 
"It is my event," my back fell against the couch as I studied her. "The party starts when I show up." 
She giggled, eyes crinkling as she grinned. "You are so full of yourself -" 
"Have you ever been touched before?" 
Her head snapped up to look at me with wide eyes. "What?"
"Have you ever been touched before?" I repeated, voice dropping as I questioned her. 
"Yes." 
My eyebrows raised in surprise as I didn't expect the answer she gave me. "Did you enjoy -" 
"No," her head moved back and forth quickly. "It wasn't the best experience." 
My thumbs started to run circles into her bare thigh. "Let me change that for you." 
She picked at her fingernails, staying silent as she sat on my lap. I reached for her chin, slowly tilting it upward as I longed to see her caramel eyes catch the dim golden light of the chandelier above us. Worry swarmed her eyes. I noticed the way her chest started to rise and fall rapidly. 
I brushed my knuckles across her cheek, loving the way she leaned into me as I did so. "I would never hurt you, Boston." 
Her light-brown irises softened. "I know that." 
"I'll keep you safe," I promised. 
"I don't know what to do," she stammered. 
"Nothing," I murmured. "Just sit back, and let's unwind." 
She gripped my shoulders tightly, digging her nails into my shirt as I dragged my lips over hers. I loved the way she whimpered into my ear as I let my mouth trail over her neck. Softly, I pressed kisses into her warm skin. While she leaned into my touch, I slowly began pushing my legs open to spread hers further apart. 
As she began to fidget, I slid my hands under the shirt on her body to bunch it at her waist. She sucked in a deep breath, desperately trying to find my eyes as she searched for a resolution. I gently cupped the side of her face, bringing her lips to mine as I eased her mind. I wasn't sure how to be gentle, but Bo made it easy. 
My fingertips trailed over the thin material she wore over her backside, making me fill with excitement as I ached to see it. The cloth felt thin as I snapped it against her waist. She shivered against me, pressing her hips down onto mine as she searched for my touch.
The sound of my phone ringing interrupted us. John's name popped up on the screen as he grew impatient with our absence. Fucking asshole. Always interrupting shit. Except, I wasn't going to let him ruin this moment. 
"Are you going to answer that?" 
I held onto my lock-screen button and waited until the screen went black. "No. This is about you." 
She called out my name with shock as I tossed my phone to the other side of the couch. "If this makes you uncomfortable, I want to know. Okay?" 
"I am nervous," she fidgeted. 
"Give me a kiss," I pouted my lips. 
The moment she touched me, I soaked in every ounce of passion. I hoped to take in the anxiety she felt and give her a feeling of comfortability as she sat before me. Her small hands squeezed at my jaw while her soft lips pressed deeply against mine. 
"I'll stop the minute you tell me to," I promised as I pulled away. "I want your eyes on me, okay?" 
We held eye contact as I rubbed through the cloth on her waist. The moment I felt the wetness soaking through, I could feel my muscles tensing. As I applied more pressure, her eyelids fluttered shut until her forehead fell to my shoulder. Heavy breaths left her lips as I gently pressed against her until my fingers were coated in a warm substance.