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But I'm not looking for trouble. Right now I'm just looking for fun.
I think his smile promises that too.
"Yes," I tell him. "I think that is exactly what I'm doing." I lick my lips, and he shakes his head ever so slightly, muttering hot damn under his breath.
"But I need you to help me," I admit.
"How so?"
"I've never done this before."
"Proposition a stranger?"
"No, yes. I mean, I've never had sex."
His eyes widen. "But, baby, we don't—"
I cut him off. "I need this. I need this, from you."
"Me?" he asks. "Why me, baby?"
"Why not?"
He laughs again, and I take off my hat and sunglasses, setting them on the patio. I begin unfurling my long brown braid, already anxious to start whatever is going to happen next.
"Women are usually more..."
I shake my head. "I don't want to know about other women. And what more they are or aren't. This moment needs to just be about us."
He looks at me more seriously now, as if considering my words. As if they are words he's never considered before.
"Okay, baby, I can do that. I can make this all about us."
"Good." I stand, his arms tightening around me as if swearing to God he won't let go. "Then show me. Show me what I need to do next."Chapter ThreeThe fact she doesn't want to tell me her name is charming. Adorable, actually. Most women I meet in places like Miami or New York City or Milan want to know how many zeros are in my bank account.
The fact that this woman has no clue that I am Dane Westbrook turns me on.
I like her innocence, her openness. Her willingness to give into this moment, no strings attached. I honestly believe she isn't looking at me for anything besides a day she will always remember.
It's refreshing, and I want it. I want her. I know I was telling Leo that I wanted someone different today... but this isn't just about wanting someone different.
This is about wanting her specifically.
Maybe it’s because I’m already in this fucking emotionally vulnerable state today.
Or maybe it's her bright eyes or her long caramel hair now hanging loosely around her shoulders. Maybe it's this polka dot one-piece bathing suit covering all the places I really need to see.
I'm intrigued. I'm turned on. I'm ready.
She says she wants me to show her what she needs to do next, right after she tells me she's a virgin.
She lets me know she's been waiting a long time to give a man everything she has to offer.
She makes sure I know she is ready to give it willingly.
"Baby, I'll show you," I tell her. "I'll show you what we need to do.”
I lift her up then, needing her arms wrapped around me, needing her legs wrapped around me, needing her body close.
My hands take hold of her cute little ass, squeezing her cheeks as her arms wrap around my neck.
She's caught off guard, surprised, and I like that. I want to keep her sense of wonder all day long.
"Do you care if anyone sees us?" she asks, her eyes darting around the pool.
“No," I tell her. "No need to worry. No one will come over here."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm pretty sure. Besides, you said you wanted to lose yourself completely, right? You don't need to worry about anyone else right now. Right now you only need to worry about the here and now."
She nods, trusting me. I already love that about her. Her ability to accept that I'm looking out for her best interests.
"I like it when you're wrapped around me," I tell her.
She bites her bottom lip, her eyelids flutter closed, she looks so damn sweet.
"A man's never held me like this."
My cock is fucking hard, and I want her to feel it, to know what she's doing to me. I loosen my hold on her ever so slightly, letting her body slide lower, so her pussy can press against my cock.
"You feel how hard I am?" I ask, leaning into her ear, blowing hot breath. She shivers, and I hear her let out the softest moan. She knows what she wants and she's ready for it.
"I feel you, I feel you against me," she repeats, her head falling, her back arching, and all I want right now is to get her out of her swimsuit.
I want to run my hands up and down her body, to touch her pussy and make her come.
I want her nipples in my mouth and I want her hands on my cock.
I want her completely.
Not wanting to miss out on this perfect moment, I lean down and find her lips, kissing her hard.
Our mouths part, my tongue finds hers. She smells like paperback books and the first day of school. She tastes like crisp red apples, like purity and innocence—like an unpicked piece of fruit.
