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“You and me both,” she said nervously. She tried to press her body against his, but he kept her an arm’s length away.
“I’m not done looking at you.” His eyes roamed up and down her body, unable to get enough. “Damn it. I always knew you were beautiful, but I never imagined you were hiding this from me.”
He let his hands do the same as his eyes. Starting at her shoulders, he slid his hands down over her clavicle and to her breasts. At least a D cup, they spilled out of her top and he cupped them both. Her skin was warm and unbelievably soft under his hands. Through the thin barrier, her nipples tightened and pressed against his palms. Looking up, he expected to meet Brooklyn’s gaze, but her eyes were closed and her head slightly tilted back. He didn’t need any further encouragement.
Derek slid his hands down over her rib cage to her waist. With painstaking slowness, he moved his fingers past her navel toward the deep V of her bottoms. When he reached the spot where skin and fabric met, he stopped. Beneath his fingertips he felt her stop breathing. Rather than go any further, he traced the top of the bottoms for a moment or two before stopping again.
Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing desire in her eyes. She held his gaze for a moment before dropping to where his fingers rested below her navel. When she swallowed, he dipped one finger beneath the fabric. Unable to prevent it, he groaned as his finger came in contact with the smooth bare skin below it. Adding a second finger, he moved them lower until he found the spot he wanted. Wet heat taunted his fingertips.
“Tell me what you want, Brooklyn.”
She moved against him and moaned. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d come right there.
“Come on, sweetheart. I need to hear you say it. What do you want?”
He watched her swallow several times before moistening her bottom lip. “You.”
He didn’t need to hear anything else.
***
Derek shifted and propped himself up on one elbow so he could reach his champagne glass. As he sipped the liquid, his eyes ran up and down the woman who remained naked next to him.
“You’re thinking about something,” she said. “And it’s not that we should finally put on sunscreen.”
Yeah, they never had gotten around to it. Once he’d touched her, being inside her had been the only thing on his mind. They hadn’t even made it into the house. He’d stripped her bottoms off and made love to her on the padded lounge chair on the deck. Now he wished he’d managed to wait at least long enough to get them to a bed. Not that he hadn’t enjoyed every second of it. He had. It’d been as if he’d waited his whole life to make love to this woman.
But she’d been a virgin. How it was possible for her to be twenty-eight and never have had sex, he didn’t know. Especially someone as beautiful and caring as her. If he’d known, he would’ve made sure their first time was something special. He would’ve taken his time. And he definitely would’ve made sure they were in a comfy bed, not outside where they both ran the risk of getting a nice sunburn on their bare asses.
He’d been her first. The thought circulated in his mind, causing some deep caveman emotion to fill his chest. He’d love her even if she’d had sex with a dozen other men before him. Somehow though, knowing he was her first—and if he had anything to say about it, he would be her last—made the moment more life-altering.
“We should put some on. I don’t want any of this luscious skin getting burned.” He dropped a hand to her stomach and her muscles tightened.
“I could say the same about you.” She plucked the glass out of his hand and took a sip. “We need more champagne too.” Passing the glass back to him, her expression grew serious. “Seriously, what’s on your mind? Were you….” Her voice tailed off for a moment. “Was it okay?”
Wow, usually she was more in tune to what he was thinking. “Any more okay, sweetheart, and I’d be dead.” It was difficult to tell for certain, but he thought her cheeks grew pinker. “I wish you’d told me. I would’ve at least found us a more comfortable place.”
“Oh, what a great conversation starter. Guess what, Derek? I’m twenty-eight and still a virgin,” she said sarcastically.
“You make it sound like it’s a crime.” Despite the seriousness of the conversation, he couldn’t have her close and naked and not touch her. Since she didn’t attempt to stop him when his hand grazed over her nipples, he assumed she didn’t mind.
“Mmm.” Her pupils began to dilate and she pressed into his hand. “Just odd.”
He gave her breast one last squeeze before he released it to move lower. “I’m glad,” he murmured against her neck.
Her pulse under his lips took off. “Why’s that?” she asked, breathless.
“Means no one but me has ever seen or touched this.” His hand caressed the smooth bare skin between her legs. “And nobo
dy ever will.” He pulled his slick fingers away and rested them on her abdomen.
“Don’t stop.” She circled his wrist with her fingers and guided his hand back.
The woman wanted to kill him. If he touched her much longer, he wouldn’t be able to stop until he’d made love to her again. Women were sore after their first time. At least he’d heard that somewhere. He’d never actually asked any. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
She palmed him, moving her hand up and down. “Positive,” she said seductively as she arched into his palm.
***
