Ever.
I can feel every line of muscle bunching and tensing under me. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock between my legs. I can feel his hands tentatively roaming across my back. And I can feel his heart racing beneath my chest.
Feeling bold, and more than a little horny, I press my pelvis to his, grinding slightly against him.
He groans. “Jesus, Lark.”
I hum in response, trailing kisses down the scruff of his jaw and neck. My hands start to move, and I drag my fingers lightly up and down the side of his chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt before lifting myself up enough to look at his face.
He’s turned on. That’s obvious. But is he nervous? Is this too fast? I’m suddenly filled with hesitation, unsure of what to do.
Dan doesn’t seem to feel that same hesitation. He reads my mind, replacing my hands with his and whipping his shirt off.
I’ve seen the man shirtless many times before.
But I’ve never had him laid out underneath me quite like this.
His thumb grazes my lip, and my gaze flies to his. He smirks. “You had a little bit of drool there, Birdie.”
I slap at his chest indignantly. “I did not.”
His chuckle vibrates through him and I struggle not to be tooobvious while clenching my thighs together.
“Can we make this even or do you get to be the only one who can ogle.”
My eyes widen. “I…”
Once again, Dan somehow knows what I’m thinking before I even really do.
“Just because I haven’t had sex before doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about all the things I want to do to you, Lark. I’ve thought about getting you naked, running my hands over your curves, and discovering every inch of you with my tongue. I know we’re taking it slow, but I just want to feel your skin against mine.”
Oh, come on. I didn’t know words could make me melt, but I’m pretty sure I am no longer a human, and am instead a pile of goo.
“That’s the sweetest dirty talk I’ve ever heard, Dan Montgomery,” I tease as I sit up and slowly inch my sweater off. When I finally pull it over my head and meet his gaze, the fire burning in his brown eyes takes my breath away. He slowly sweeps his eyes up and down my body before lifting his hands and placing them on my hips. His tongue darts out to moisten his lips and he glances up at me.
“Can I…”
I shiver at that loaded question. And even though he doesn’t specify, I know I would let this man do absolutely anything to me. My head moves up and down. I don’t need to know what he wants to do, because I want it all.
Slowly, he slides his hands up my rib cage, drawing them in until his thumbs are dragging along the underside of my bra.His stare never falters, his focus intense.
Something dawns on me. A small clarification that doesn’t matter but has me curious. “You said you’ve never had sex but have you ever…done anything with a woman?”
I watch his throat move as he swallows, and some of that heat in his eyes dies. I instantly want to take back my question and restore his desire. But before I can try to salvage it, he answers.
“Before you showed up at my apartment, I had kissed just one woman other than my mom. And that was only because of a dare in eighth grade. I’ve gone on a few dates, but never done any more than a kiss on the cheek. I’ve never been intimate with anyone before you, Lark. I want to say I’m sorry for that, because it means I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. But I can’t be too sorry, because I know no one would have ever come close to making me feel what you do with nothing more than your hands on my body and your lips on mine.”
I stare down at him, at the honest, vulnerable, beautiful man beneath me. How the hell did I get so lucky to be with him?
I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, sliding it off my shoulders as Dan’s eyes widen.
“What are you doing?” he says, his voice raspy.
I toss my bra to the side, leaving me as bare as he is. “You said I shouldn’t be the only one allowed to ogle,” I say impishly, leaning forward so my small breasts brush his skin. “And you wanted to feel your skin on mine.”
One large hand tangles in my hair while the other comes to the middle of my back, holding me against him as he attacks my mouth. There might not be any finesse, but what he lacks in experience, Dan makes up for with enthusiasm and passion.
We’re pressed together, the heat building between us. Dan’s hips start to move under mine in jerky movements, a sort of thrusting and grinding combined.
