Sparkling Hope (The Eastburgh Devils Series Book 1)
Sparkling Hope: Chapter 37

Time flew by.

Weston’s clock on his nightstand flashed in bright red that it was already past midnight. I wished time would stop and we could stay in that moment forever.

Just him and me in his bedroom.

‘Sleep tight, Hazel Bug,’ he kissed me one last time before I disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

I remained standing in the bathroom, hoping he would open the door and ask me if I wanted to sleep in his bed. We didn’t talk about who slept where because after we ate, we were in bed, and I told him about my Dad trying to call my Mom and Ethan.

My patience was shorter than the word short, so I turned the doorknob of the door to his room and opened it. To my surprise, Weston was still standing outside the door.

‘You really wanted to sleep in your bed?’ he asked, crossing his arms in front of his bare chest as he leaned against the doorframe.

Crap.

How could anything, no matter what he was doing, be so attractive and sent sparks through my body without him touching me.

‘Actually, no.’

‘Good, because I won’t let you sleep there anymore either.’

I stood on my tiptoes and approached his mouth, and as he neared my lips, I pulled back and began to play with him. Suddenly I felt Weston’s hand on my neck and stopped me from provoking him further.

‘Don’t do that again.’

‘Or what?’ our eye contact grew more intense with each breath.

Weston put his lips on mine and started kissing me roughly. I let myself fall into that kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hand closed around my waist and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his bare hip, and Weston’s hands moved down my back to my butt.

I felt how much I wanted and needed all of this.

I had never been as sure of myself as I was with him.

His tongue slipped between my lips, and we explored our mouths. The kiss quickly changed into a rough, hot kiss, and we couldn’t get enough of each other. He slowly stepped to his bed after kicking the door to the bathroom shut.

My blood began to bubble in my veins, my breathing quickened, and I craved Weston’s touch between my legs and his kisses on my naked body so much.

I wanted him now. Forever.

He gently lowered me to the mattress, and I released my legs from his hips while he leaned over me. My lips parted from his, and I allowed distance between our faces.

‘Is everything okay?’

‘I want you to sit in the chair and watch me.’

My cheeks were glowing with heat. I felt the tingling in my cheeks, and I was sure that if more than just the tiny light on his bedside table was on, he would see my fiery red cheeks.

I was a little scared. Never before have I dared to say such a thing that I want to take control in any way. I had experiences with boys but never dared to ask precisely that, and Weston was now the first.

He lifted himself off the bed, and I did the same.

Across from the side of the bed, where the windows to the patio were, was an armchair.

Weston settled himself down on the armchair while I stood between his legs, his hands stroking up and down my legs.

It felt almost impossible to move away from him.

With my fingers, I pushed him into the chair, and he leaned back before I took two steps back myself.

His eyes didn’t even leave my eyes.

What he didn’t know was that earlier in my room, not only did I put on fresh socks and a pair of sleep shorts, but I also put on fresh underwear. This time a lace bra and matching underpants in a light purple shade.

My hands slowly slid under the sweater to the waistband of the shorts. My heart was pounding through my chest, and I felt like I could feel it all over my body.

Weston watched me closely as I pulled the shorts off my legs.

He grinned as I dropped the shorts on the floor beside me. His eyes accompanied my hands, sliding under the hoodie I was still wearing.

I didn’t want to give him a chance to see my pussy already. I turned my back to him and bared my ass to him first. I let the purple lace panties slide down my legs onto the wooden floor and kicked them aside with one foot.

I took a few steps towards him until I stood between his legs again.

The sweater was way too oversized for me and covered my pussy.

I brought my hands to the hoodie’s hem and exposed everything to my belly button.

He stroked his lips with his tongue as he looked at me.

I pulled the sweater over my head and showed him my bra, which perfectly matched the color and fabric of my underpants.

My nipples were stiff and pressed against the fabric from the inside.

Weston’s hands found their place on my thighs, pulling me closer to him. I jerked as I felt him kiss his way from my belly button down to my pussy.

Fuck.

My head fell into my neck, and my chest rose as quickly as it sank.

As much as I wanted to surrender to his touch, I didn’t want to be distracted.

I was in control now.

I took a few steps back, and he scanned my entire body with his eyes.

I had never felt so comfortable and beautiful in my body as I did now, and only by the looks of Weston. The way he looked at my body and handled it so carefully.

‘I want you to watch me do it to myself.’