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MARGARET
HIS HANDS ON my hips are burning my skin, his mouth on mine a war; a battle of who wants it more. I think I win when I tug on his bottom lip and a groan leaves his mouth. I can’t seem to catch my breath when he breaks away from me and starts down my neck. I feel like my entire body is on fire.
We barely make it into my apartment before he slams the door shut and lets me drag him to my bedroom. I’m glad I took two seconds to make the bed before leaving the house; it’s a small miracle.
He lays me back and I reach for his belt, undoing it before he can change his mind and leave. He wastes no time undoing the buttons on the front of my dress and before we know it, we’re both nearly naked.
We’re panting hard, me more than him, but that’s more than likely due to the adrenaline coursing through my veins and the lack of cardio in my life.
“I never do this,” my mouth says before my brain can stop it. Did I really just say that?
Dan pauses and looks down at me, his eyebrows creased in confusion and his mouth tipped to the side in thought. “Do you not want to do this?”
“No! I mean, yes! I mean, no, I do want to do this. I do want this.” My blabbering makes my breathing even more rapid and I plead with my eyes, trying to convince him.
He tilts his head. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.” He nods at my affirmation and goes back to what he was doing before my stupidity nearly stopped him.
I watch him lean over me, his strong forearms flexing, the veins popping out, and why is that so damn sexy? My eyes trail up his arms to his shoulders, and when they land on his face, I see him already peering down at me. He’s breathing quietly while my pants echo throughout the room. His gaze, though—his gaze is trained on mine, and he doesn’t break eye contact when he lifts me farther up onto the bed and lies over me gently.
I grab his shoulders, holding him to me and kissing him like I’ve never kissed before. God knows I’ve never kissed someone like him before. His mouth is pure magic, his lock on my hips possessive, and yet I’m more comfortable than I’ve ever been.
He slips my bra straps off my shoulders and reaches behind me. Using expert fingers, he unclasps it and throws it over my head, out of sight.
“You’re gorgeous.” His voice is raspy. His lips latch onto my shoulder and make their way across my collarbone, down between my breasts. The attention I’m receiving is something I’ve never experienced before and I close my eyes, savoring it.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” I don’t even recognize my voice.
“I can’t wait,” he says quickly before he reaches for his pants and whips something out. When I see what it is, I sigh in relief. I didn’t even think about a condom. I’m out of practice—and by that I mean I was second string on the team and never even had to worry about drinking water during the game.
He hurries through the task and is back over me after quickly removing my panties. When he’s nearly lying on me, he locks eyes with me again and asks, “Are you sure?”
I nod my head quickly. “More than.”
With my approval, he lightly pushes into me, slowly at first, letting me adjust. I pause my breathing, watching him move above me. He’s straining, trying not to hurt me, but I pull on his shoulders to give him the go-ahead.
He pushes all the way in and rocks his hips back and forth. His grunts match my moans, and it’s a feeling I’ve never felt before. It’s not the obvious connection; it’s something more than that. It’s a new experience for me altogether. That’s not to say I’m a virgin, but I’ve certainly never been comfortable enough with someone to have sex with them after one date.
It’s not just comfort—there’s something about Dan that I trust. Maybe that’s naïve, but I feel like if it came down to it, he wouldn’t break that trust.
The sensations of having him inside me make goose bumps rise on my skin, and I tremble when my orgasm hits me suddenly. Out of nowhere, he adjusts his angle, and I look up to him to see him already watching my face. He looks like he’s in shock, like he too is experiencing something new.
He leans down onto his forearms and slips them under my shoulders, encouraging me to grab his, and he cradles my body against him, moving his mouth down to mine and kissing me slowly, tenderly, like if he presses too hard, I’ll shatter like glass. In this position, he’s hitting me deeper than ever before, and with a moan of surprise, it happens again, making me let out his name on a whisper. It’s only a couple more minutes before Dan follows me and, with a last grunt, he stills, a tremor running through us both.
With a happy sigh, he collapses to the side. We don’t say anything at first, me wondering how on earth I could already be feeling something about this man I met only hours ago, wondering if it’s the alcohol or the comradery of feeling like I know him better than I’ve ever known someone, wondering if it’s possible that he could possibly be feeling the same way.
“That was amazing,” he whispers.
I agree with a hum and watch him slowly close his eyes. With a smile on my face, I let sleep take me, feeling a hope I’ve never had before.
Except, when I wake up, that hope deflates as I take in the empty bed, the empty room, and nothing to show for the night before.
The fabric twists roughly in my hands as I fold it with a certain vigor it doesn’t require. It’s the only way I can release my pent-up tension at the moment. My time with Dan is on constant replay in my mind, and when I get to the morning after, all I can do is shake my head in disbelief.
I know he said he didn’t want to hurt me, said he wasn’t looking for anything real, but to leave without a word? I didn’t really peg him that way. Despite his premature departure, the night was still the kind I’ve always dreamed of. It was basically straight out of a modern-day rom-com, and I loved every second of it.
