Page 36 of Blue Moon

Chapter 15

Sol

Sol was already consuming my every waking thought. My mind battled my cock—I had been so resolute last night about not fucking her, despite her telling me she wanted to. She’d already said that she was ready to lose her virginity to me and there was no fucking way I’d let another man touch her, so why was I the one delaying the inevitable?

We checked into our hotel in downtown Seattle, right on the water. Normally, I’d have already been hitting up every hot spot in town, deciding where to eat and where to party later tonight. But now, I only wanted to spend my time with Sol.

The hotel clerk gave me the key to our suite. “Sir, the bellman will bring up your luggage.”

No time for that. I planned to have Sol naked by then.

“I’ll just grab the bags myself.”

I winked at Sol, and she gave me a nervous smile. She had no idea what was in store for her.

Yesterday, I’d rushed her up to my hotel room, passionately kissing her in the elevator, desperate to fuck her.

But tonight, it was different.

I still wanted to fuck her, but that wasn’t in the cards for us, just yet. Instead, I wanted to worship her, explore her, taste her. And realistically, I knew that the first time we had sex would probably be painful for her. Until that moment came, I wanted her to only experience pleasure with me. I’d never slept with a virgin before, so I planned to do everything in my power to make sex live up to her romantic expectations. If she wanted candles, flowers, and chocolate-covered strawberries, I’d hook her up.

I opened the door to our room, and Sol’s eyes lit up. She ran over to the balcony, which towered over a panorama of the entire waterfront.

“Oh wow! This suite is fabulous. Look at the view.”

I smiled and nodded, but I was already staring at the most beautiful part of the view—the rich landscape was just the background.

“Do you want me to take a picture of you for your Instagram?”

She bit her lip. “No, it’s okay. You don’t have to.”

This is her job, Sawyer. Respect it.“It’s fine. I get it. I’m happy to do it if you need me to.”

My girl lit up, and her lips widened into a dazzling smile. “Then I’d love one.”

She briefly freshened up in the bathroom and then emerged, looking like a goddess.

She posed on the balcony, grinning and tossing her hair this way and that. After I took a bunch of pictures, she checked them all out, picked the best one to edit and posted it.

Then, I grabbed my own phone and pointed it toward her.

“My turn.”

She pursed her lips. “Oh. Are you going to start an Instagram account?”

I shook my head. “Fuck no. I just want to take pictures of you.” So, when I’m overseas in hell or after you’ve left me once you find out what a prick I am, I can look at them and relive this moment.

Fuck, I was turning into a total sap. Luckily, she couldn’t read my mind.

She posed while I snapped photos. But I wanted more of her—not just pictures but for my memory.

I put down my phone. “Unbutton your blouse.”

She licked her lips and didn’t hesitate to undo her top button, giving me the tiniest glimpse of her cleavage. She was such a tease.

“I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep going, babe.”

She slowly undid all her buttons, all while maintaining eye contact. Her long hair cascaded down her chest, framing her gorgeous breasts. She was stripped down to a pretty purple lace bra that barely covered her nipples.