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I bite my lip. I have to say it. No matter how juvenile it makes me sound. “I’m a virgin.”
Sean’s hand jerks back from my leg immediately. He almost rears back, as if he’s a horse who just saw something he really didn’t like.
Damnit. I knew I was taking a risk. I just hoped he wouldn’t care. But it turns out I was wrong.
I’ve ruined everything.
Immediately, I know that now I’ve found something I regret. Ever opening my mouth. I should have just let it happen – just pretended everything was normal.
But I couldn’t help but think that he would know.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “You probably don’t want anything to do with me, now.” I can’t look him in the eye.
“No,” Sean says, and I hear such an unexpected tone in his voice that it makes me look up. He doesn’t sound angry or disgusted, and he hasn’t gone cold on me. He sounds… concerned. “No, I do. But this is a big deal.”
“Oh, god,” I say, shaking my head at myself. “I didn’t mean to cause any problems. I just thought…”
Sean takes both of my hands and squeezes them. “You didn’t cause any problems. And by the way, telling me was absolutely the right thing to do. It’s just… this isn’t right.”
“Just because I’m inexperienced?” I say bitterly, feeling tears rise up in the back of my throat.
“Yes,” Sean says, but there’s a kind of pleading tone in his voice that makes me look up. “Because your first time shouldn’t be like this – rushed, on a boat, knowing that anyone could walk in. Without any build-up, without anything to make it special. It should be special. You only get one first time.”
“What if this is how I want it to be?” I ask stubbornly.
“You don’t,” Sean says, and his expression softens. “You just think this is your only chance. But it’s not.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No.” Sean leans in to plant a kiss on my lips, a brief flutter. “Because I still want to do this with you. I just want to take the time to do it right.”
It slowly dawns on me that he’s not turning me down outright.
That he just said he wants to have sex with me.
He really does want to do this.
I haven’t messed anything up.
“How?” I ask. “We’re both only here for the week.”
“And tomorrow is a brand new day,” he says, kissing my fingers this time, bringing them up to his lips. “I don’t need to be anywhere or go anywhere. I can spend the whole day with you. In fact, making it special starts right now. You can consider this the warm-up event.”
“The warm-up?” I repeat. As much as I like the sound of that, I’m already hot for him – and I feel like he must feel the same way. “Can’t we just skip to the main act now?”
He grins a slow and lustful grin that makes my toes curl in anticipation. “You don’t need to be in a rush,” he says. “I said this is the warm-up. I’ll give you a little taste of what the real thing will be like.”
“A taste?” I say. I like the sound of that – but it also scares me just a little, because I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“Trust me,” he says, and I realize that I do.
I nod, just once, and bite my lip, ready to see what comes next.
Sean moves to the floor, which as a first step really confuses me. He gets down on his knees right in front of the sofa, and I have no idea why he might need to do that. Isn’t he just going to get his clothes dirty?
But then he reaches out for me, moving me, making me sit with my ass right on the edge of the couch and my back lying against the comfortable cushions. He knows exactly what he’s doing, which is enough to help me relax – even when a tremor of anticipation runs through me as he runs his hands up along the sides of my thighs, right up under my dress, pushing up the fabric until my panties are on display.
And thank God I picked out a nice lacy pair to wear today, just because I knew I was going to be with him and I didn’t want to be caught wearing something ugly if the wind lifted my dress.
His fingers hook under the edge of the lace, and all thoughts go completely out of my head. My breath hitches in my throat as he starts to pull my panties away from my body. I don’t even need to lift my hips to help him, because he already has me right on the edge of the couch. And before I can fully process what’s happening, he’s drawn them down my legs and away, pulling them over my feet – my shoes having fallen off when we were making out earlier.
