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The word “sculpted” didn’t even do him justice.
I reached out and traced his pectorals and then ran my fingertips down his sternum and across perfect, six-pack abs. His muscles were hard, but his skin was soft with just a smattering of hair around the middle of his chest and his navel. My fingertips traced over the diagonal lines leading into the front of his pants.
He was magnificent, and I wanted him. However, one thought kept plaguing me: He doesn’t know I’m a virgin.
I really ought to tell him, shouldn’t I? I mean, wouldn’t he want to know? Shouldn’t he know? I was so out of my element, and my body was hauling me off on this whitewater rafting trip without a lifejacket. I was both thrilled and terrified.
“Adam?” I whispered into the top of his head. He hummed an acknowledgement as he continued to stare at my breasts. “Um…there’s something I should probably tell you.”
“If you just remembered you have a boyfriend, I’m not going to be pleased.”
“No, it’s not that,” I said. I took a deep breath and just blurted it out. “I’m still a virgin.”
He stopped his hands immediately, and that insecure part of me that didn’t believe this was happening anyway knew he was going to push me away. He did pull away, dropping his hands from me completely and taking a step back. He raised his hand and brushed his fingers through his hair.
I’d blown it. I shouldn’t have told him.
“Olivia,” he asked, “are you serious?”
“Umm…yes?”
“Are you asking questions again?”
“No. I mean…yes, I’m serious.”
“You’re a virgin.”
I nodded.
He sighed and ran both his hands through his hair at the same time. “You think you have to do this, don’t you? You think something’s going to happen to you if you don’t.”
“No!” I said, my tone finally completely crystal clear. “I want this. I do. I don’t think I have to…I want you to be the one.”
“You want to lose your virginity to me?”
“Yes.” I made sure my answer didn’t sound like a question this time.
“A guy you just met, and only met, because you were taken hostage.”
“If I had met you in a coffee shop, I’d still want you.”
Adam glanced down over my mostly exposed body, and he flicked his tongue over his lips again.
“You don’t want to,” I said softly, nodding my head in understanding. I felt myself blush again, but the embarrassment was of a completely different sort.
“Oh, I most certainly do,” he corrected me. “I’d love to be the first man inside of you. I’m certain how much I want you just tripled. I’m just finding it a little hard to believe you want it.”
“I do,” I said again. “I want to…please.”
“Please?” he repeated, taking a step back toward me. He slid his hands up my arms and shoulders and settled back on my face. He pulled my mouth to his, locking his lips again with mine. He kissed me hard, almost brutally, and I could feel in his hands, his lips, his tongue, the way his body pushed up against mine that he did want me. He released my mouth with a gasp and trailed kisses over my jaw.
“Say please again,” he whispered gently into my ear. “I want to hear you beg me.
“Please,” I said. “I want you…please.”
“How could I possibly deny that?” He looked into my eyes, and his breath came out in short pants. He placed his hand on the belt at his waist, unclasped it, and then went for the button and zipper. His hands coiled back around me, and he pushed against my body with his until the back of my legs hit the edge of the couch. I would have fallen, but he held me tightly, slowly lowering my body until my back hit the cool leather.
He stopped moving for a moment, just gazing down at me and running his hand over my cheek. I looked up at him, trying to control my unsteady breathing as he rose up, placing his leg between my knees and pushing them apart.
