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“Christ,” he said on a groan. “Really.” After tugging his finger from her teeth, he grabbed her hand. Their eyes met as he pressed it to his groin.
The second her palm encountered a very hard, very prominent bulge in his shorts, she stared down at him. “I was worried you wouldn’t want me if you knew I’ve never been with anyone.”
“I’m a little surprised myself,” he said. “At how fucking hot it’s making me to think of corrupting you. Of ruining you for all other men.”
He might have already done that, but she didn’t say it out loud. Whatever they had, however they felt… In the long run, this wouldn’t be more than physical. Couldn’t. A relationship with JP would destroy the last remaining parts of her family, and she couldn’t shoulder that burden.
The sun hadn’t risen yet though the sky was no longer completely dark. The first traces of dawn peeked through his small rectangular windows, casting a romantic glow around the room. For a short time, she’d allow herself to exist in this bubble with him. To pretend the outside world would never intrude. To forget they were connected by her sister’s child and that her parents depended on her to deliver something she never would.
“Can I kiss you now?” he asked.
The simple, gentlemanly question had her heart flipping over in her chest. “Please,” she said.
He slid a hand around her back and up into her hair. When he gripped the back of her head in a firm hold, she shivered. “I want you to tell me when you like something I do and when you don’t. If something feels good, I’ll do it over and over and over until you’re a needy mess, begging me to fuck you. I want you out of your mind by the time I get my cock in you.”
“God,” she said, as a shiver ran over her sensitive skin. She wasn’t sure she’d be one to beg, this time or ever. It seemed so out of character, but the idea of getting that desperate for him thrilled her.
“Not yet, but you might be calling me that by the time I’m through with you.”
She giggled as he kissed her, part nerves, part humor, but it quickly turned into a low moan of pleasure. Oh, how she’d missed this over the past few days. The hungry way he took her mouth. How he made her feel like the only woman on the planet when he focused his attention and his mouth on her. No one had ever tilted her world’s axis with just a kiss.
He took complete control, holding her head where he wanted, plundering her mouth, and making her insides all swoony and tingly. The longer they kissed, the more her confidence grew. Or perhaps it was just her need. After long minutes passed, her fingertips itched to touch him the way he was touching her. Hands smoothing all over skin. Learning, exploring, playing.
She flattened her unsteady hands against his hard stomach, eliciting a grunt from him. His grip on her hair intensified, and his tongue grew more aggressive in her mouth. She could barely breathe at this point but didn’t care about oxygen.
She had JP.
Slowly, she flexed her fingers, testing the flesh beneath them. “Yes,” he said against her lips. Touch me, baby. Touch me anywhere you want. Any way you want. With you, I don’t have a single fucking limit.”
Why was that so hot? Given the green light, she allowed herself to play. To feel all that warm, tattooed skin. To learn the spots that made him squirm, suck in a breath, or groan. He bit his lip when she ghosted over his nipples, and he grunted when she raked a fingernail over one. His exuberant reactions gave her the courage to explore further.
Her mouth had been watering for a taste of him since the moment she saw him shirtless. Now was her chance to take a taste. She kissed him just above his collar bone, where his shoulder sloped into his neck.
He groaned and fisted his hands at his sides. Encouraged, she did it again and again, growing bolder with each kiss. After a few, she let her jaw relax and opened her mouth. Soon she was sucking his skin with each kiss and traveling all over his chest and torso. His tortured sounds only made her want more. His skin tasted slightly salty and a little spicy. He was warm on her tongue, and there was something so erotic about licking over his tattoos.
“Christ, you didn’t mention you were a sadist,” he said as he arched into her. His erection nudged her thigh, thick and hard.
Would she get to explore it next?
Never having been very outspoken or overly extroverted, Hannah always assumed she’d be an anxious wreck the first time she had sex. With each year of celibacy that passed, she assumed the trepidation would be worse. She guessed she’d be a timid lover, afraid to take the lead and preferring to follow.
