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“Because…who reaches the age of twenty-nine without being with a man, right?” I begin to pull away, but he leans his weight on me.
“Hey, no hiding from me. You can tell me anything, Goldie.” The tenderness in his voice is my undoing. Tears prick the backs of my eyes, and I blink them away. The understanding in his features squeezes my chest. The empathy in every angle of his body unlocks something deep inside of me.
“My mother was an addict. I spent my teenage years defending myself from her boyfriends. Ran away at sixteen, moved to L.A, lied about my age and joined the mailroom of a PR company and worked my way up. By eighteen, I was the assistant to the PR manager of a very famous Hollywood actor.”
Something flickers in his eyes. Something like anger? But it’s gone so quickly, I’m sure I imagined it.
“And you didn’t sleep with anyone during that time?”
“Not that I didn’t want to. But I was nowhere as confident or as put-together as the woman you see today. I had to work on that, on my appearance, on using the money I spent to finesse my appearance. I didn’t approach men and shut down anyone who showed any interest. Anyway, I didn’t miss it. I was too busy building my career. Besides, I had my toys—”
“Toys?” He frowns.
“Sex toys.”
“Which you won’t be needing anymore.”
“Not to mention my smutty book-boyfriends—”
“Who you’re not allowed to think of again,” he growls.
I arch an eyebrow. “Is that an order?”
“It’s a statement of intent. The only man in your life from now on is me. The only toy you’ll be needing is this one.” He reaches for my hand and places it on his still erect cock. And this, after the man just came a few minutes ago.
“You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you, baby.”
“And a sweet talker.”
“Only when it comes to you.” His eyes gleam, then he stiffens. “What about your douche ex—"
“Didn’t want to sleep with me until we were married. We were together for a year, and I thought it was romantic he wanted to wait until our wedding night. I realized later he was getting it on the side.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “This is so mortifying. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed.” He cups my cheek. “I’m your first. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"
This time, it’s me who shakes my head.
"It makes me want to…" He swallows, seems to get a grip on himself, then thrusts out his chest. "It makes me wish I’d never been with anyone else before you. It makes me realize the others don’t count because nothing felt as perfect as when I was inside you. It makes me”—he leans in until our eyelashes intertwine—"want to fuck you over and over again, until I’ve marked every part of you as my own. Until I’ve branded you with my cum and rubbed it into your skin, so you never get rid of the scent, so if any man ever comes close to you again, they’ll know you’re taken."
His words send a visceral thrill up my spine. "And you say you’re not passionate?"
He blinks, then a slow smile curves his lips. "You bring out a part of me I didn’t know existed. I’ve saved the best parts of me only for you, Goldie." He kisses me again, then rolls off the bed and walks toward the ensuite.
A-n-d I can’t take my gaze off that tight butt of his, or his powerful thighs or the way he moves like he’s still on ice, or the scars that mark his back. I hear the water run then he comes out with a damp towel that he presses between my legs. I wince, then sigh as the remnant of pain dissolves. He tosses the cloth aside, then slips under the covers and pulls them up over the both of us. Then, he turns me over and spoons me, and oh my god, this is even better than the fucking. Okay, almost as good as the fucking. I push back so my butt nestles against his groin. I wriggle a little more, trying to find that groove where I’m surrounded by him completely…
That is, until he growls, "What are you doing?"
"Making myself comfortable."
"Any more comfortable, and I’m going to have to take you from behind in this position."
"Oh." I freeze.
"Oh, indeed,” I hear the humor in his voice.
His thigh muscles flex and I’m aware of the hard length nestled between my butt cheeks. "Oh," I gasp again.
