I crane my neck up to watch his expression. “You know how I’ve been on this freight train of success, trying to please my parents, never being able to see what I really want?”
He nods. “Are you going to agree that you want to go on a date?”
“I think we kind of moved past that since you already offered that I can move in.”
“Wait, so you’ll move in?”
“Yes.” I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m going after what I want for once. “Promise not to laugh.”
“If you don’t want me to laugh, I won’t.”
“I’m a virgin.”
His embrace suffocates me. I have to wiggle to get him to ease up.
“Getting to be your first and only is better than I deserve. Do you know what that does to me?”
Rocking my hips into him, I say, “I know exactly what it does. I want you to make love to me.”
Before I know it, he’s backed me against the wall and hoisted me up, so our mouths mesh and our tongues dance in an intimate exploration. “How’s this for getting you off your feet?”
I mumble agreement.
He’s got that farm boy strength, a hard lean body, but he’s not a boy. He’s a man. His erection is thick in his jeans, making me more alive than ever.
“You know I’m a bareback rider,” he says between kisses.
I nod against his lips.
“I’m going to be the same with you. I’m going to ride you bare. I’m gonna get you pregnant. And I’m never gonna let you leave.”
The thought of being tied to him today, carrying his child, is far better than being tied with a lasso, although, that had its merits. My dreams click into place. “This is everything I’veever wanted. I want to manage children and a household, not a company.”
“You have to quit your waitressing job today.”
“Okay. I guess you better get to work because you’re not going to get me pregnant with those jeans on.”
He sets me down, shucking his clothes faster than I’ve seen him rope a calf.
My sex tightens at the sight of his erection. I don’t exactly know how big my hole is, and I’m not sure how he’s going to fit, but I’m willing to find out.
It occurs to me that I’m staring when he fists his shaft and strokes his thumb through the white bead on the tip. I meet his gaze as he reaches out, bringing it to my lips. Without thinking, I dart my tongue out and accept it. My lips wrap around his thumb.
“I fucking need you, Abby. I need to be inside of you. I need to fill you with cum. This is your last chance to escape.”
“That’s the last thing I want.”
He reaches behind me, untying my waitressing apron, and tosses it aside. My T-shirt is over my head in a flash and my bra is gone equally as fast. Dropping to one knee, he strips the rest of my clothes.
Pinning me against the wall, he leans forward, his tongue darting into my curls. His hot breath takes my warmth to unbearable levels. He reaches around my legs, grips my thighs, and in seconds, his tongue hits my sensitive spot.
I barely even have time to enjoy what he’s doing as an orgasm rips through me. I climax on his face. I don’t have time to be embarrassed. I don’t have time to worry. All I do is get lost in how good he makes me feel.
His words pull me out of the bliss fog.
He’s standing now. “I want to treat you right, but my dick hurts so bad, I can’t even think straight. Would you think less ofme if I just fuck you hard and get this first time over with so I can take care of you properly? I’ll make sure you’re okay, but I need to come inside of you.”
I nod.
