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“For what?”
“For this,” he says, ducking his head and pressing his lips to mine, soft and gentle this time. But then he does it again, and his mouth opens and teases mine to do the same, and I feel a searing heat move through my whole body as the kiss deepens.
“Wait,” I say, confused as hell and with shaking knees as he draws back slightly. “Aren’t you…”
“What?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I say, struggling to find the words. “What I told you. Didn’t it… put you off?”
“Put me off?” Oz repeats, frowning. Then his expression clears slightly and he laughs again, quietly, both of us trying not to be heard by anyone passing through the hall. “No, Gabby. I’ve been trying to look for an opportunity to get you to myself again ever since those people barged in. It couldn’t have happened at a worse possible time.”
“I thought…” I close my eyes for a moment. “I thought you were disgusted with me. That you didn’t want to…”
“I was just trying to stay calm and keep it respectful in front of the rest of the tour,” Oz whispers, nuzzling my neck. “I didn’t want to ruin your first impression of this place. Or theirs of you.”
“I think that ship might have sailed,” I whisper back, closing my eyes again as he kisses me once more, making my knees go weak. “So… you want to? Here? Now?”
He pulls back and shoots me a horrified look. Did I just completely misunderstand, or…?
“You really think I would let you have your first time in a cupboard?” he asks, his words incredulous even in his quiet tone. “I think you ought to know me better than that already.”
“Well, then…?” I say helplessly. I really don’t get what we’re doing in this closet, if not…
“I still want to,” he clarifies. “Oh, dear God, do I want to. But it has to be special – for you. It has to be something you remember for the rest of your life.”
“I think I would,” I say. It would be a bit of a story to tell, wouldn’t it? Sex in a closet in the middle of a campus tour?
“No,” he whispers, his kisses running down my neck again, making me gasp. “I mean, really special.”
“Then what are we doing here?” I ask.
He looks up at me, quirking an eyebrow. “Giving you a little taste of what to expect,” he whispers – before whirling me around, pressing my back up against the shelves at the back of the closet, and dropping to his knees.
Chapter Fourteen
Oz
I love to see her face, to watch her eyes narrow and close with pleasure and then open wide with surprise when I drop to my knees in front of her. She’s so beautiful, I could stare at her forever.
But I won’t – because I want to make that look come over her face again. And I won’t achieve that by sitting around and doing nothing. I’ll achieve it by putting in the work to make it happen.
I set my hands to the sides of her knees and then slowly slide them up her thighs, watching her in the near darkness. I can only see a little of her face in the slim light that comes through the door, but what I can see entices me. The way she looks at me with an open question, a vulnerability, and yet with trust.
Somehow, she knows that I won’t hurt her or do anything she won’t enjoy. And that trust is something I want to repay in spades. She’ll know that she’s with the right man, that I’m the right one to take her virginity and claim her.
And I can’t wait to see how she tastes.
My hands slide all the way under her dress, lifting it up out of the way, revealing her panties. They’re white lace, dainty and delicate and feminine, and so perfectly suited to her that I’m not at all surprised. I glance up again and see her biting her lip, a look of combined confusion and expectation. She doesn’t know what I’m planning. She’s so innocent it almost breaks my heart. It’s almost a shame she can’t stay that way – but I’d much rather see her roll her eyes in pleasure and scream my name until she goes hoarse.
Maybe not today, though. That might attract a bit of unwanted attention to our hideaway.
I stroke my fingertips lightly across the hem of her panties, and see how she shudders involuntarily. I check up on her face again, see that lip between her teeth one more time, and read her expression. It’s not fear or revulsion that makes her shudder, but excitement. Anticipation. She wants this just as much as I do.
No, not just as much. Because that can’t be possible. I don’t know if anyone in the world has ever wanted anything this strongly.
