Ditched Cheating Alpha, I Led My Daughter to Life's Peak novel Chapter 150

Right now I feel like everything about this is already inappropriate, but for some reason he's still managing to sell it to me. "Your clothes don't come off either."

He nods. "But can I take off my hoodie?"

Reluctantly, I nod. This is so embarrassing, but somehow I don't want it to stop. I want to see... where he wants to take this, if that makes sense. But am I being stupid? I'm alone with him right now, as he leads me up the large staircase hand-in-hand to the gigantic room the brothers share. Even if Michael's downstairs, anything could happen. Maybe this is too much, too soon.

"If you don't wanna do this, it's fine," he says, standing by his third of the room which is filled with dark bedsheets, band merch, and an insane collection of DVDs from Harry Potter to Attack on Titan. "I'd never pressure you into anything."

"I know," I say. Even if I don't know. No one could ever really know. That's one of those things you just have to find out.

"So you want to do this?"

I nod for the hundredth time. "Yes, Axel. I want to do this." How many times is he going to make me repeat myself?

He chuckles a bit. "Sorry. I just want you to say it. To be sure." He takes a step closer, taking my hands into his own. He pulls them up towards his face, gently. I watch him watch me. Then he runs my hands down his neck, and suddenly they don't even feel like my hands anymore. Nothing feels like what it did before. I just feel him.

My fingertips brush to the point right before his hoodie gets in the way. Then he slowly pulls it off. I see his stomach, revealed by the motion, before he pulls his t-shirt back down. He wastes no time touching me again. We stand for as long as standing seems possible, before we collapse on the bed with the way he runs his fingers up my sides and then disappears before they touch anything they're not supposed to. He runs his lips over my neck like it's his life support, and I find myself tangling my fingers in his hair again and again. I try to pull him closer, but this is as close as close gets. I try not to lose my mind from the innocent way he runs his fingertips over the exposed skin of my arms.

When I reach for him and hesitate, he tells me, "It's okay. Don't be embarrassed. I'm nervous too."