“I’m assuming you haven’t, and that is perfectly fine, baby.”
Fine.
Fine was a lie.
This was driving me insane. My mind had drifted past soft. Past decency. Past anything that would keep a weak man sane with this level of sweet temptation.
“I guess it is…” she murmured. She finally looked me dead in the eye, her voice dropping to a vulnerable breath. “I trust you…”
That was a dangerous thing to say to a man like me.
I frowned, my grip on her tightening. “You trust me to dowhat, exactly?”
She tried to look away again, but I caught her jaw in my hand, forcing her to stay with me. “What is it, doll?” I pushed, trying to keep my own racing thoughts in check.
She gulped.
“Can you… teach me how?”
“No.” I shook my head immediately. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.”
She shook her head back at me stubbornly. “I do. I mean… I’m not very experienced, but I know what’s supposed to happen. I want my firsts to be with you…”
My eyes darkened. A primal, territorial heat tearing through me. Here she was… on my lap, trusting me, all warm, soft… and she’s asking me who I’ve fucked? She has no idea what she’s doing to me.
“Ingrid…” I warned, though even I wasn’t sure who I was warning—her or myself.
She leaned in, wrapping her arms around my torso as if anchoring herself to me. “You probably can t-tell already, but I… like you a lot and… I trust you…”
I let out a long, ragged sigh. A part of me wanted to shut this down, to protect whatever innocence she had left from a man like me. But another part—the part that had been starving for her since the moment we met—fucking loved this. After the tension of the past couple of days without contact, and the drama of tonight with Darragh, my self-control was dwindling.
I made her stand for a second, much to her confusion, before turning her around and pulling her back onto my lap so her back was flush against my chest. I spread her legs, a sharp gasp escaping her as I hooked my hands under her knees and pulled them up toward her chest.
“Hold your hands under your knees,” I commanded.
She obeyed instantly. Together, we both looked down at the slight mound of her clothed center. I slid my hand down her stomach, landing directly over her heat. She jolted, looking up at me over her shoulder, but I kept my eyes on my hand.
I could feel her.
Hot. Wet.
Already soaking through the thin fabric of her shorts.
I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and she let out a soft, melodic moan right against my ear.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sound. If I didn’t, I was going to lose my mind and take her on the kitchen counter. But she didn’t stop. The sounds became more desperate, her body opening instinctively as I increased the speed of my thumb, feeling her get wetter beneath my palm.
“Feels good, baby?” I asked.
She nodded frantically, trying to bury her face in the crook of my neck. I smirked, my thumb moving in relentless circles.
“You gotta tell me, doll, or else I won’t know. How does it feel, baby?”
She let out a shaky breath. “It… it feels g-good.”
“Do I have your permission to go further?” I asked. I wasn’t going to cross a line she wasn’t ready for, no matter how much I wanted to.
“Y-yes,” she whispered.
