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The orgasm erupts in my belly and shudders through me, my sex pulsing, intense pressure flooding me as wetness slides out of me.
Conrad growls and tightens his grip on my ass, sinking his fingers in hard enough I know he’s going to leave a mark.
But I don’t care.
No, I want him to leave a mark. My body sings at the idea.
Brand me, Conrad. Make me yours.
I grind my hips up and down, shifting my sex against his mouth, as the last euphoric pulsations of the orgasm flutter through me.
I’m left flat on my back, panting for mercy, unable to believe what just happened. We really did that. My whole body is alight, glowing, as though telling me that nothing is ever going to be the same again.
“Fucking hell.” Conrad leans back, staring at me with his lips shining. “You have no idea how sexy you look, you sound, you smell when you cream for me. What do you think, baby? Is your hole ready?”
He smooths his hand up toward my sex, slipping a finger inside of me.
“You feel ready.”
He moves his finger around in small circles, tempting me to tell him, yes, to scream yes, I’m ready. I can take him.
But I can’t stop the anxious voice inside of me from hissing it’s too fast. I’m going to disappoint him.
I’m going to ruin everything.
“No.” I gasp. “Please, Conrad… just, just no.”
He slides his finger out of me, leans back, and stares, confused. “No? Why? I can feel how badly your body wants it, Callie.”
“I do, I do.” I breathe heavily, sitting up, suddenly aware of my exposed sex, suddenly aware of how insane this is.
“I’ve already done more than I ever have,” I tell him. “It’s so much and I don’t want to disappoint you and…”
And the panties, I almost say, but something holds me back, perhaps the desire not to make this messier then it already is.
“Disappoint me?” He narrows his eyes. “What are you talking about? You could never disappoint me.”
I laugh without humor, shifting my legs. It’s like I’ve been split down the middle, one half of me crying out for his touch, his lust, his desire, his possessiveness – crying out to put the anxiety aside and throw myself at him, and take every sizzling inch of him inside of me.
But there’s another part of me that can hardly believe this is happening, that can’t believe I’ll be able to take him, to please him.
And that’s the part that bellows the loudest, deafening.
“I could,” I whisper.
“What is it?” he snaps. “Tell me, Callie.”
“I’m sorry.”
He laughs gruffly, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. Just tell me what’s going on.”
“I’m…” I lick my lips, trying to think of a way to delay this, but nothing comes to mind. “I’m…”
“Callie.” He grips my thigh, leaning forward, staring at me with burning blue flames in his eyes. “Tell me.”
“I’m a virgin.”
Chapter Nine
Conrad
Her words bounce around inside of me, ricocheting and exploding and going in a hundred different directions. Something inside of me howls, a primal and beastly force, and before I know it I’m laughing like a madman.
I stand up and laugh, as the relief sears through me, as the joy of this moment hums and burns inside of me, the word repeating itself like a promise.
Virgin, virgin, virgin.
I can’t remember the last time so much relief washed through me, not even at work when I’ve completed a particularly difficult operation.
“Hey.” She glares, sitting up and grabbing the blanket, putting it around her legs to hide her nakedness. “Freaking heck, Conrad. There’s no reason to laugh at me.”
I rush over to her, realizing my mistake. Kneeling next to the bed, I take her hands in mine, staring firmly into her eyes so she can feel the possessive ownership in my gaze, so she can sense the all-consuming desire to claim her inside of me.
“I’m not laughing at you, Callie,” I tell her.
“Then why are you laughing?”
“Because I can’t believe how lucky I am. Because I can’t believe that, after so many years waiting, you’re so perfect.”
She gasps and tilts her head at me. In the semidarkness, she looks somehow more vulnerable, like any second a dark could swallow her up. That triggers something inside of me, a protective impulse so strong that it has me ready to kill any bastard foolish enough to try and hurt my woman.
“I don’t understand,” she whispers.
“Callie.” I squeeze her hand harder, hoping she can feel through my touch what I can’t tell her with my word. “I need to make something clear.”
“What?”
I smirk. “I’m not insane, okay? At least, no more than any other surgeon. But I’ve got complete control of my faculties. I’m not a crazy person.”
She giggles, despite the clear nervousness written across her features. “Yeah, I can see you’re not crazy. But what does that have to do with laughing at me?”
