The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 669

My heart absolutely pounds in my chest as my mate kicks off his boots and pulls his shirt over his head. When his hands move to his belt next, deftly unbuckling it and then unbuttoning his pants, beginning to shove them to the floor, my mouth goes dry.

And I forget to breathe.

Because, I mean, up until now I have felt very brave.

But quite suddenly I am on very, very new ground. And it’s quite scary here.

Jackson feels my fear, probably hears the frantic thrum of my heart, and smirks at me as he straightens up, standing before me completely naked for the first time.

And if there was any breath left in my lungs it would all woosh out at once because he is…he is one hell of a specimen.

God damn it, but he’s gorgeous. I let my eyes move slowly all the way over him, from his beautiful face all the way down to his feet. And god, hell, but I’m pleased by what I see.

“Breathe, Clark,” Jackson murmurs, stepping close to me and wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling my slick body tight against his and running a hand over my wet hair as I stare up at him. “It’s all right.”

Obedient, I suck in a deep breath, staring to shake a little bit, which makes him grin.

“Where’d that brave girl go?” he whispers, smiling down at me. “The one who was ready to take on the whole school and give the Captain and the rest of the military a piece of her mind? What, she’s scared of a naked guy?”

“No,” I snarl, giving him a hearty smack on the chest that makes him laugh. “I’m just adjusting, okay!? You naked is…impactful, all right?”

“There she is,” he murmurs, taking a moment to stare down into my eyes.

“Do you want this?”

His question is just a whisper.

I only hesitate for a second before I nod, fervent, water spilling down my face and his. My eyes drop to his mouth and I can’t help raising a hand to it, running my thumb over his bottom lip, tracing the line of water there and thinking how badly I want to drink it – that anything, anything that touches him first is sacred.

“I do,” I whisper, leaning forward to press my mouth to his again, but just for a moment before I groan and pull away, half an inch. “Do…do you?”

Because it’s always been him pulling back, wanting to wait. And as much as I am desperate for him right now in this moment, I don’t want to force it. Not if he’s not ready.

Jackson takes a moment and I raise my eyes to his beautiful sapphire gaze – so stunning that I get lost in it, almost missing his very small, very subtle nod.