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I slowly opened my eyes as Kline lifted me off the couch, cradling me close to his chest. I must’ve fallen asleep halfway through the movie. Only two glasses of wine deep, I hadn’t been drunk, just a delicious mix of relaxed and sleepy—sated from resting by the fire and cozy from being wrapped up in his arms.
His eyes met mine as we moved down the hall, toward the bedroom. “I figured you’d want to be somewhere a little more comfortable than the couch.” He gently set me on the mattress, pulling the covers back and tucking me in. After a soft kiss to my forehead, he whispered, “Go back to sleep, baby.”
I watched him move around the bedroom—charging his phone, sliding off his jeans, shrugging out of his shirt, and turning off the lights. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to how amazing Kline looked in just his boxer briefs. It should have been an offense to let a man who looked like that walk around without clothes. But I wasn’t complaining.
If he is a crime, then by God, get the handcuffs ready, because there is no way I can resist him.
He slid into the bed beside me, oblivious to my awakened state and ogling thoughts.
Tonight had been so perfect. He was perfect—sexy, kind, funny, and so very sweet. He made me want things I’d spent a lot of time wondering if I’d ever have.
Under the covers, I slid toward him, moving my body on top of his.
His eyes popped open.
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hi.” He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around my back and holding me close.
“I didn’t really feel like sleeping.” I brushed my nose against his.
“And what is it you feel like doing?”
I shrugged my shoulders as my lips nibbled along his neck. Kissing a path back to his mouth, I bit his bottom lip and then licked across the plump skin to soothe it better.
He groaned, gripping my hips and flipping me to my back. His mouth locked with mine as he kissed me, long and slow and deep—so deliciously deep. I gripped the strands of hair resting at the nape of his neck. I swallowed his breaths and savored the taste of him.
My body was getting more riled, almost restless, with each heady second that passed.
He pushed my tank top up and over my chest, grabbing my breasts. He sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth, teasing the peak with his tongue, until switching to the other and repeating the same delectable torture.
The pulsing ache between my legs was proof of how badly I wanted Kline.
And God, I wanted to feel him, all of him.
His mouth found mine again. “Tell me what you want.” Our tongues danced. “I’ll give you anything.”
“I want you inside of me,” I moaned against his lips. “I want it so badly.” The need burned in a way it never had before—in a way I knew couldn’t be otherwise extinguished.
His eyes met mine, searching. “You know I’ll wait, right? I’ll wait until you know you’re really ready. There’s no rush.”
A tiny, self-doubting voice crept in. “You don’t want to have sex with me?”
“Are you kidding?” A soft laugh escaped his lips. “Baby, I’m losing my mind over the idea of feeling you come on my cock. I’d say that’s quite obvious.” He playfully rubbed the proof against my thigh, spurring a giggle from my lips.
“But I’m not rushing you.” He cupped my cheek, eyes tender. “You hold the power. You decide when it’s right.”
My hands found their way into his hair again, grasping the strands and pulling his face to mine. I kissed him like I’d never kissed him before. My mouth plundered his lips and tongue, taking what they wanted. I was out of my mind with feelings for this man. I had just told him I wanted to have sex, and he’d done the opposite of what I’d expected. He slowed us down, trying to make sure I was making the right decision for myself.
I didn’t need time to think, because Kline was right. He was all of the rights.
And I wanted to give him another part of myself.
“I want this. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.” I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer to where I was desperate for him. He settled between my thighs, his hardened cock pressing against me.
My body shook in anticipation. This moment was why I had waited so long to take this step. I wasn’t naïve, expecting my first time to be beside a fire or surrounded by rose petals on a bed. I wasn’t expecting cheesy lines of undying devotion or an engagement ring. I just wanted to make sure it was meaningful, that it was with someone I trusted, someone I cared about. And most importantly, I needed it to be someone who cared about me too, who wouldn’t intentionally hurt me—not just physically, but emotionally as well.
