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He was so hard for me.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend, Max.” He knew this already; I was sure of it. So I knew he was aware I was a virgin. “I’ve never even kissed another guy.” I was painfully shy while growing up, and I could have used that as an excuse for why I’d never gotten intimate with anyone.
But the truth was, I had been hoping Max would be my first everything.
And it looked like that would be my reality right now.
Chapter Eight
Max
God, she was beautiful. She was standing right in front of me, looking like she wanted my kiss… and she fucking loved me.
Abigail loved me.
I had planned on waiting to tell her all of this, to be sappy with the conversation hearts, spell out what I felt, how she made me feel. Because I was a chickenshit, and that seemed like the least stressful thing for me to do.
But it turned out all that did was backfire in my face.
I’d seen the way she looked at me after she’d seen that candy, knew she probably thought they’d been for another girl. She’d looked so hurt, and I hated that I was the person who made her feel that way.
So, I’d said fuck it—right here and right now, it was going down. Damn if there was rejection. Fuck it if I ruined everything. If I could explain and hopefully take that pain away from her, then I would do it. I’d do anything to make her feel better.
And as I stared at her, dipped my gaze to her mouth, all I wanted to do was seal the deal and kiss her senseless. I stared at her lush, pink lips, imagining myself getting lost in them. I wanted her to be weak in the knees as I devoured her mouth.
Fuck. I wanted to take control, but in the way that had her screaming my name and getting off all over my cock. I was thinking of filthy damn things, obscene images that had my dick throbbing and my balls drawn up tight. I may’ve been a virgin, but I could make it fucking good for her. And if all she wanted to do was let me hold her on the couch, I’d be the luckiest bastard in the world.
I wanted her to really see how devoted I was to her, that this whole time it had only been her in my eyes, taking root right in my heart. It was only her I’d ever love, and I wanted to show her in the most physical sense.
But I wouldn’t rush her, wouldn’t push anything. This was on her terms, on her time. I’d go as slow or fast as she wanted.
“Abigail, I want to kiss you so fucking badly,” I murmured, my focus still on her lips. And the little sound she made after I said it had my cock jerking so fucking fiercely against my zipper. It was a sound of need.
“I want that too. I need that, Max,” she whispered and looked down at my mouth. She was breathing harder, her chest rising and falling a little faster. “Is this real?”
I still had my hands on her face, but now I slid them back so I could gently cup her nape. “It is, and it’s fucking perfect, just like I knew it would be.” And when she licked her lips, I let out this deep groan, and all self-control left me.
Abigail loved me too.
I tilted her head back slightly and finally claimed her mouth. She tasted sweet, innocent… and all mine. The way she gasped had her mouth opening for me, and I didn’t stop myself from plunging my tongue deep inside. God, I knew nothing about seducing a woman, making them feel good, but by the way Abigail clutched at me, it told me she was into this just as much as I was.
I could have come in my pants just from kissing her alone.
When she rose on her toes, pressing her chest to mine, and I felt the curves that made up her body, I growled, unable to hold the sound in, not wanting to. My cock was stiff, harder than it had ever been in my whole damn life. My shaft dug against the zipper of my jeans, a discomfort that helped in not having me explode before this really got started.
I wanted more, needed it. What I wanted to do to Abigail was filthy, but only in the best ways, only for her. Would she like that? Or maybe I should be gentle, soft and sweet like she deserved?
As the kissing intensified and I felt her grab my biceps, digging her nails into my flesh, what little control I had snapped right the fuck in half. I tangled my hands in the fall of her blonde hair.
