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His tone grew low and serious and the intensity in his brown-gold stare deepened. “Are you a virgin?”
Again, she thought they’d covered this. But thinking back it occurred to her that she hadn’t explicitly told him, although it didn’t take a genius to read between the lines. It was certainly implied but maybe he needed to hear her say it. “Yes. I’m a virgin.”
He inhaled sharply and his nostrils flared as he closed his eyes. His hands tightened on her hips and she loved the feeling of his fingers digging into her.
When his heavy lids opened, he shook his head slowly back and forth. “We can kiss but that’s all that can happen tonight.”
“What?” she was so confused. She might be a virgin but that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel that he wanted her.
“I always make sure that when I’m with someone we are both on the same page. I want to kiss you, but that’s as far as things can go. Your first time is not going to be like this. In a dingy basement, with people upstairs. It needs to be special. It needs to be perfect.”
She wasn’t sure if she had just never felt arousal before or if it always felt this urgent, like she would die if he didn’t touch her, but either way, she wanted him. Now. Waiting was not an option she wanted to entertain. So taking a deep breath she dived into the deep end of the ask-for-what-you-want pool. If she belly flopped painfully, at least she would know she’d tried to swim. She hadn’t just sat on the side just dipping her toes in.
“Being with you is what would make it special,” she insisted. “You are what would make it perfect. I feel safe because I’m with you, and I also feel reckless because I’m with you. Everything…all of these things that I’m feeling now…some of them for the first time, and some of them just more intensely than I’ve ever felt before…they’re all because I’m with you. As long as my first time is with you, it will be special. I promise you.”
He shook his head again, still not convinced. “No. You deserve so much more,” he said, his voice sounding strangled. “The whole fairy tale thing. The classic first time. Wine, fire in the fireplace, candles…God, I don’t even know what else…” he trailed off.
“You don’t even know because that’s not real life,” she replied pragmatically. “The truth is, most people’s first time is when they’re a teenager, in their parents’ house, or the back of a car. Are you kidding me? Here in the basement, having to be quiet because your family’s upstairs? That’s a more typical first time than I ever dreamed about having. In fact it would probably be one of the more ‘typical’ things that I’ve ever gotten the chance to do.” She grinned before pleading, “Please.”
He searched her face. “Are you sure?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” she replied, making her voice as firm as possible in an attempt to convince him one-hundred percent that, yes, this was definitely something that she had thought through and was committed to. Now she just had to make sure that he wanted it too. “Do you want to be with me?”
“Yes,” he replied immediately. Then he sighed, balling his fists in her pajama shorts as he squeezed his eyes shut. “But you deserve more than this. More than typical. You’re not most people. You’re special. You’re perfect.”
Ginny tightened her lips in determination. She’d had enough of this conversation. She wasn’t perfect, she didn’t want him to put her on a pedestal, when people did that there was only one way to go…down. The media had built her up just to tear her down more times than she could count. Not that that was what Dax was doing, but she wanted him to see that she was real. A real woman that wanted him. The time for talking was over. Now it was time to take action.
Reaching between them she grabbed the hem of her tank top. In one swift movement, she slipped it over her head and dropped it on the floor. She sat in front of him, chest bared proudly. Even though he was the first person to ever see her naked breasts, there wasn’t a hint of shyness in her. This was Dax. Everything was okay with Dax. She’d felt that from the first instant that she met him. She was safe with him. She could be herself.
She watched his eyes travel down and lock on her exposed breasts. There was lust in his eyes, and a hunger, and it caused her nipples to harden under his gaze. Her breath quickened. Her pulse sped up. Her skin began to tingle and heat. She felt like she was under the influence of some drug she’d never heard of. Damn. If there was a drug that could make her feel like she felt when Dax ran his appraising gaze over her naked flesh, she could see herself getting addicted to it all too easily. The sensation was magnificent.
Lifting her hands she placed them on his chest and trailed her fingers down along his heated skin, marveling at the rock-hard muscles just beneath the surface. The incipient power there. He was as sculpted and cut as a marble statue, but his flesh under her fingertips was as hot and vital and alive as anything she’d ever felt.
“I want you to be my first.”
Without tearing his eyes away from her chest, he rasped, “We’ll have to be quiet.”
She smiled. She had him. She’d won.
He lowered his mouth to her nipples, alternating between them, nibbling and sucking and swirling his tongue around them in a way that made her head spin. All of his concern about their surroundings had been completely unnecessary. When he touched her, she had no idea where she was, anyway. The wine-and-candles scenario would’ve been totally wasted on her once his tongue made contact with her skin at any rate. They could’ve been in his basement or the Taj Mahal—the only thing that mattered was his mouth on her skin.
Dax broke the contact of his mouth and immediately she missed the physical contact. She glanced down at her own breasts and felt a twinge in her core at the sight of them glistening with Dax’s saliva. Wow. That was one of the most erotic sights she had ever seen, hands down.
Of course, everything about this was brand new to her, so she was sure that she’d be having that thought a hundred more times before the night was over. And then that realization sent a fresh shiver down her spine. This was actually happening and it was with Dax which meant it was going to be amazing. Every. Single. Moment.
Dax stood and lifted her with him. He carried her over to the overstuffed leather couch that sat in the corner of the basement. He nudged her into a sitting position and then teased her knees open. She threw her head back at the tidal wave of tingles that overtook her when he did that.
He knelt between her open knees and took her nipples in his mouth again, giving them tender attention before moving his head slowly downward and trailing hot, wet kisses down her belly. God, the contradiction was tearing her mind apart. On the one hand, it felt like he was going far too slowly. She wanted him to hurry up and move faster—get down to the pleasure center between her legs that was aching so hard for his touch she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. Yet, at the same time, she luxuriated in his slow and sensual progress, which gave her time and space to really, truly appreciate every new sensation sparked by his tongue as he explored each uncharted inch of skin.
The tug-of-war in her mind between wanting the encounter to speed up and intensify, while also wanting it to stretch on forever so that it wouldn’t ever come to an end, was driving her crazy—but it was the best kind of crazy she’d ever felt.
When his meandering kisses finally reached the waistband of her pajama shorts, he moved back a little so that her legs could slide together in order for him to pull down her shorts and the lacy panties she wore underneath them in one decisive movement. The move sent another jarring thrill racing through her. It was so authoritative, so confident—just so hot when you came right down to it—that she felt tingles explode in her sex. The sex that was now bare before Dax.
It was almost too much to take. Thoughts, emotions and sensations were swimming around in her mind, competing for her attention, and she couldn’t really focus on any of it. It all melted together into a hazy, pleasurable blur.
He pushed her knees apart again, his eyes locking onto the glistening area between her legs the same way that they had locked onto her breasts earlier. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. That same hunger and lust was there from before, but now it’d been intensified by a factor of ten.
“God damn,” he breathed, “you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
