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Not that I’d fight the kiss…
But his words, the truth of them, thunder into me with a tinge of anxiety.
Open those legs for me…
He doesn’t know just how inexperienced I am, how freaking difficult it’s going to be for me to live up to his expectations.
My worries are pushed aside for the time being by the pressure of his lips, by the way, he buries his hand in my hair and his other hand squeezes possessively onto my thigh.
My chest tightens with the massive significance of his words, with the craziness of the fact he feels the same way I do.
Our tongues clash and dance, tingles moving across my lip.
“Do you?” he growls, keeping his lips close to mine after we break off the kiss. “Feel the same? Or am I a madman?”
“No,” I whimper. “I do. I feel exactly the same. It’s crazy, but I’ve been having these thoughts too… about a family, about a future.”
“Why do I feel a but coming?” He smirks, leaning back and regarding me perceptively, the same way I imagine him looking in interrogations. “Come on, princess. What is it? Don’t be shy.”
I slide from his lap and pace over to the edge of the couch, my back to him as I wring my hands and take a deep breath. “This is all moving so fast…”
“Are you saying you don’t want what I want?” he snarls.
“No,” I whimper, stunned at the force of the passion that moves through me. “It’s not that, really… It’s something else.”
“Look at me, princess.”
I turn to find him on his feet, his solid chest rising and falling powerfully as he stares at me. “Something insane is happening here. I want to say magical, but I know how that sounds. Yet… fuck it. It’s the truth, isn’t it? Something magical is happening here. We met a few hours ago but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. I feel like I’ve been waiting to meet you, my beautiful curvy young princess.”
He stalks over to me and pulls me into his arms, crushing me against his chest. I whimper and stare up at him as his solid body presses against mine, as though any second we could melt into each other in the heat of this sudden need.
“I feel the same,” I whisper. “I can’t explain it either. So yeah, maybe magical is the right word.”
“So what’s the problem?” he asks.
“Who said there’s a problem?”
He smirks and brings his face closer to mine, our noses tickling each other.
I giggle. “That feels really nice.”
“You can’t play coy with me,” he growls. “Something is clearly bothering you. Since it’s my job to protect you – now and always – you better tell me what it is.”
“I don’t want to ruin this before it has a chance to properly begin,” I whisper.
“Ruin what, us?”
I nod, biting my lip as the truth tries to surge through me and burst out of my trembling lips.
“Tell me, Ruby. Tell me now.”
I avert my gaze from his hard stare, unable to take the force of it for longer than a moment.
“I’m a virgin, Rider,” I whisper.
Chapter Ten
Rider
I stare down at her as my body grows harder, every inch of me throbbing with need after her revelation. My heart pounds against my ribs and my manhood pulses hotly, flooding with my seed which surges up and down my thick length, hungrier, more eager at her words.
“You’re a virgin,” I growl, my voice trembling with a sudden deluge of fresh need.
“Yes.” She disentangles herself from me, taking a step back and waving her hands. “Which sort of complicates things when you want, I don’t know, this crazy nympho who’s suddenly going to know what to do in the bedroom. Because…because…”
“What?” I growl, when she trails off.
“Because even if I want you as badly as you want me – which I do, okay, I do – it doesn’t mean I’m going to be ready all of a sudden to do it, to be who you need me to be…”
She shakes her head.
“This isn’t coming out right.”
“Are you worried you’re going to disappoint me?” I ask, my voice deep.
“Well, duh,” she snaps. “Look at you. You’re forty-three and you must be experienced. You’re the most handsome, strongest, hottest man I’ve ever seen. And I’m…”
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I snarl, anger biting into my voice at the prospect of her putting herself down.
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right…”
I stalk furiously across the room, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her roughly against me. She gasps as I drive forward so she can feel my manhood against her, pushing firmer and harder each second, enough to let her feel the irrepressible need surging through my body.
“I fucking need you,” I snap. “My body needs you. Because you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Your body was made for fucking and palming and caressing. Your hips were made for bringing my children into this world. Those big gorgeous breasts were made for a man to bury his hands in… and for feeding our children once they’re here. Don’t you even think about describing yourself as anything other than what you are. And that’s perfection.”
