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Chapter One
Cleo
A massive chest rose and fell with heavy breath beside me.
I slept… with a boy.
A giggle suppressed as I hunkered down, peeking at him from my pillow. He was beautiful in ways that weren’t right, hard body filling half my bed and long.
Holy crap, was he long.
His actual ankles hung off my full bed, sliding out of the sheets when he tugged them up and tucked them above his hips. A perfect V-shape lingered below chiseled ab muscles, his chest broad and golden.
I bit back a snicker at his dick hair. He gave me full-on dick cleavage, a smattering of dark hair at the base of his dick. I couldn’t see all of said dick currently, but his morning wood outlined my rainbow bedding like nothing else.
Oh my gosh.
A sigh in his sleep and he turned, perfection from his chiseled jaw line to his full lips. He had a deep cavity near his right eye, like an old scar from something. Outside of that tiny imperfection, he stunned with hallowed cheekbones cut from the gods and a pair of deep-set eyes that glistened when he laughed. He had green eyes when they weren’t closed, and though I’d only seen him in a dark club and my bedroom last night, they’d been awesome. They were like see-through marbles.
Clear.
Lush.
Utterly gorgeous.
I tried not to breath now for fear he’d wake up and see me ogle. And my God his laugh. He had such a rich tone, the lines around his mouth revealing he liked to do this often. He liked to laugh, a kidder and a jokester. He kept trying to find ways to bring it out of me last night, to poke and touch me.
He’d been perfect.
He was perfect from his body, to his smile, to his laugh. He had the looks of Chris Pine, his shaggy brown hair that curled and feathered only adding to his features. With the fun-loving personality of Chris Pratt and the height of a Hemsworth, he was absolutely all the Chrises.
All the boxes checked.
All goals met.
All virginity lost.
A reminder of that burn, that soreness, quaked between my legs, and I hoped I hadn’t come across as much of a virgin now as I did last night. I mean, I couldn’t have been a great lover, it being my first time and all that, but I hoped he hadn’t noticed.
He’d been good, slow, and it didn’t hurt once we picked up. In fact, I’d been so overwhelmed by sensory overload and the fact I’d come so quick last night, the discomfort hadn’t even bothered me.
This guy had made it easy, all golden and glistening with sweat. He’d enveloped me in a way that made me feel small but not in a bad way, his name, Brett.
Cleo Erikson-Fairchild had a conquest dadgummit.
The huzzah I kept internal. It was all I could do not to leave this bed and doodle his name surrounded by hearts in a notebook. He’d just been really sweet, and I definitely wanted to go out with him again. That was if he hadn’t picked up I’d been a virgin. I’d heard it could be a turn off for guys so I hadn’t mentioned it.
I need to call Kit!
My friend would want to know how I fared last night. We hadn’t gone to the club with intentions to lose my virginity, but I sure had been open to it. I’d wanted to head into my senior year of college a new woman, ready for the world and go beyond my comfort zone. I always stayed in that tight little box a lot.
I didn’t want to be in that box anymore.
Meeting Brett last night had come with opportunity, and though I started to reach for my phone to call my roommate and best friend since freshman year, I stopped when a hand came to settle around my hips. Brett hugged me to him, and I found a nice place there, his body heated and warm.
Lacing my fingers across his chest, I stared up at him, full well knowing I was all googly-eyed.
“So, um, I’m awake,” he drummed, a lid peeking open. He revealed one of those glistening green marbles. He grinned. “Just FYI in case you were wondering.”
Holy crap.
Stiffening, I tried to play the fact off. “Oh, okay. Cool.”
“Cool.” A chuckle when he peeled both eyes open, a translucent, sea foam green rounding his irises. He was an aquatic prince sans the trident, his arms stretched wide before he brought them around me again. “I just felt bad. You know, since you were staring and all that.”
My face heated. “I wasn’t staring.”
“Hmm.” An ass pinch before his big hand hugged my cheeks. “How does that lie go again?”
He pressed his mouth into my neck, and I thought I’d come right there, the burn tingling my lower lips. He jiggled my bottom, and when he got anywhere close to touching me down there, I giggled.
He pulled back, the grin sexy on his full lips. “You’re cute, you know? Sexy.”
A foreign term to me, but I drank it in as hard biceps surrounded me. Brett tipped my chin, kissing my mouth open, and immediate warmth settled in my tummy. Deep, his tongue dueled with mine, hot lava in his touch as he tugged the sheets off my body.
“So goddamn sexy,” he crooned, sliding his hand between my legs. I jumped, accidentally kneeing him, and he smiled. “You okay?”
Stop being such a virgin.
Okay, so I wasn’t a virgin anymore, but I still felt like one. All this was new, but I closed my eyes, trying to stay out of my head. This was all good until Brett explored with his thick fingers, thumb and forefinger brushing my sex. I jumped again on instinct, wriggling, but froze entirely as he entered my raw core.
His fingers retreated immediately, of course, lashes fanning up, and I nearly face-palmed myself.
I nudged his arms. “Don’t stop.”
“You sure?”
I cupped the sharp blades of his back for emphasis, bringing him down on me. A sexy grin and his lips returned t
o mine, my hands bracing his shoulders. He took us right back to where things left off, easing my legs apart. He actually got his entire digit in before my body protested and froze up again. I was just so sore, badly since it had been my first experience last night, and this time, Brett ignored my urge to keep going.
