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“Would you please stay still?”
Damn him. “Sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t know I had to freeze in place.”
I open my eyes to find him staring at me. It’s more than a little unnerving. “What?” I demand. “Stop staring. It’s creepy.” It’s also painfully hot. Dear lord, how am I supposed to get through this without humiliating myself? Everything about the tense way he holds his body and the stony mask of his face screams anger, but my horny brain keeps wanting to interpret it as lust. I wish I had run around and had tons of sex this year. I might be able to handle this better.
“You’re really still a virgin?”
Heat blooms in my cheeks. “Don’t be immature. It’s not like carrying a plague.”
“I wasn’t judging. I’m curious.”
“I am. What about it?”
“Who are you saving yourself for?”
I bat my eyelashes and let my voice go breathy. “My one true love, obviously. I want to give him the greatest gift a girl can give a man. Her womanly flower.”
He bursts out laughing, and I can’t help but laugh with him. I didn’t expect that. “What do you want me to say?” I giggle.
“I don’t know.” He traces invisible lines on another pillow, his lips pursed while he stares at his fingertip. “Maybe that you never found the right guy to give it up to.”
“I guess I never did. Though come on. You think my dad would ever—”
“Say no more.” His gaze meets mine, eyes slightly narrowed.
“Don’t even give me the attitude,” I warn. “I’m the one who wasn’t even allowed to date. And you’re the one who dimed me out the one and only time I tried to sneak away to meet a guy.”
“He was a loser.”
“He was cute.”
“A cute loser.”
“Everybody’s a loser to you people,” I mutter. “Nobody’s ever good enough. I could meet a literal prince and you’d find a reason to hate him—”
And then suddenly I can’t speak, because his hand takes hold of the back of my head and his mouth covers mine. I’m too surprised at first to do anything. Is this really happening? Did I fall asleep and dream this?
But no, it’s real. His mouth. The scent of leather clinging to his skin. His fingers threading through my hair. His tongue sweeping over my lips before dipping inside my mouth and lighting me on fire. He takes his time, going slow the way I always imagined. Kissing me until there’s nothing to do but whimper helplessly and melt against him.
“Because they weren’t me,” he rasps before crushing his mouth against mine once again. And now I wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down as I roll onto my back. He tosses aside the pillows between us before lowering his body onto mine.
It’s like a storm has been unleashed inside me. I finally have him where I’ve wanted him for so long. I don’t know exactly how it’s happening or whether it’s right, but I don’t care. I’m going to enjoy every second of it, indulging my hands in the feel of his body, the sweet fire of his kisses against my jaw and throat as he works his way lower, lower.
“Every goddamn day,” he grunts between kisses that feel like he’s trying to brand my skin. “Tempted by you. Wanting you. Knowing I’d get my head blown off if I touched you.” I moan wordlessly, helplessly when his hand climbs up my thigh and slips under my shorts to caress my ass. My skin’s on fire. My whole body is.
But it’s my heart that’s about to burst into flame once the meaning behind his fevered whispers sinks in. He’s wanted me this whole time, the way I wanted him.
I take him by the back of the head with both hands and pull him up to kiss him again, again, the way I’ve wanted to for so long. His tongue sweeps over the inside of my mouth and we groan together when his fingers brush against my covered pussy. I’m soaking wet, the crotch of my panties sticking to my skin. He presses against that wet spot and rubs in slow circles that leave me clawing at him, clinging to him. Exhilarated and terrified all at once because this is actually happening and nobody has ever made this happen before but me.
“I want to be the first man to make you come,” he growls, his breath hot on my face. “And you’ll never come for anyone but me. Say it.”
“Only you. Nobody but you.” I would say anything he wants right now, with the tension in my core tightening until I think it’s going to kill me while I ride his hand, desperate for relief.
But I mean it, too. With all my heart. He’s the only man I’ve ever wanted.
“Come for me, Princess,” he rasps, pressing down on my clit, and stars explode behind my eyelids as my body strains, arching upward in those last, breathless moments before everything comes crashing down and there’s nothing but warm, delicious bliss.
“So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” I open my eyes in time to watch as he drags his tongue over his fingers. “Sweet. Oh, God, I need to taste you. Let me taste your pussy.” The naked desire in his voice lights me up again and I immediately start working my shorts down because yes, I need that, too. I need all of him.
