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I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “No, Chris. I’ve never had sex with anyone. No one has ever seen me naked. I’ve only made out with a few people, and that’s about it.”
“Wow,” he finally said. He stared at the throw pillow under my head in wonderment. “Wow,” he repeated.
“Could you stop saying that?” I asked. “It’s rude and kind of annoying.”
He met my eyes, and his expression softened. “I’m sorry. I’m just . . . how in the hell? I mean, look at you, Sav. I just really didn’t expect that.”
He was complimenting me, but I still felt like an inexperienced child. “What does that mean for us?”
His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
I shrugged, feeling defensive. “Does it matter to you that I’ve never been with anyone before? Maybe make you change your mind? I know you’re used to—”
He put his fingers against my lips. “Stop. Never mind what I’m used to or anything that’s happened before. Of course I’m not going to change my mind.”
I rubbed my hands together anxiously. “So, you don’t care?”
He shook his head. “Care? That no one has ever touched you the way I’machingto? No, Sav. I don’t care. Quite the opposite. The thought that I’ll be the first man who gets to make love to you . . .” He kissed me, as if to reassure me. “That turns me on even more.”
Those words sent a shiver down my spine as a distinctly vivid image manifested in my mind. I’d been getting all kinds of ideas about Chris over the years, imagining what having sex with him would look or feel like.
Hearing him say the words was very different. My cheeks heated and my core pulsed. I suddenly hoped there was a condom in his truck even if it was there because of his dating history.
“But,” he continued. “Maybe we should take this a little slower. Not rush into the physical part as much as we might like.”
I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. “Why? You think it should be some magical, special moment?”
He gave me a look. “I do want your first time to be special. And clearlyyoumust think it should be too.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I have eyes. You’re hot as hell, and I can’t imagine a world where guys don’t want to be with you. The fact that you’re single and a virgin is a choice. I know you said you’ve never really had a boyfriend, but I’m still sure you’ve had opportunities to have sex.”
He was right. I didn’t think of myself as hot, but I knew other guys who thought that. And I hadn’t had sex in high school or college because I saved myself for him. Part of my fantasy that I’d get to pick up the pieces Katelyn left in her wake and make him see how those other women weren’t what he needed or wanted.
After my drunken pass at him, I didn’t want to be hurt again by anyone else, so I protected my heart and body. I stopped myself from letting anything develop with anyone else because I was angry that I’d been so focused on him and a relationship that would never be.
He leaned forward and grabbed my hand. “This is important to you,” he said. “That makes it important to me too.” He cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb against my skin. I loved the callouses on his hands. He had a working man’s hands, the hands of a reliable man, a provider. “Don’t be ashamed of wanting something special. You deserve it. I want to give you what you deserve, so we should go a little slower. Not rush into this tonight.”
Reluctantly, I nodded. “Does that rule out everything else?” I asked hopefully.
A deep, warm chuckle radiated from him, drawing my attention back to his face. He had this naughty gleam in his eye that I’d always fantasized about. He released my hand and covered my thigh with his palm, squeezing the skin. His warmth seeped through the thin fabric of my tights, and I wanted his hands to drift higher.
I licked my lips while he watched.
He groaned. “You are so damn hot,” he said. “I’m glad I don’t have to pretend I’m not thinking that all the time anymore.”
“You’re also stupidly attractive,” I admitted. “I’ve been having dirty thoughts about you for a long time.”
He squeezed my thigh again. “Oh yeah? How long?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to say.”
He squeezed harder to where it tickled, and I giggled.
“Tell me.” He went for my sides, grabbing my ribs and squeezing with enough pressure to tickle.
“Stop,” I begged, grabbing his arms as I giggled out of control.
