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But I managed to stay upright to finally look down at him. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Inside was a foil packet.
I reached out for it. “I’ll help.”
But I set the sealed condom on the ground next to me and turned my attention to him. He was in the perfect position for me to unfasten his jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped, then pulled his pants and silky boxers straight down.
His cock sprang free, and all I had to do was wiggle around a little to put my mouth directly in front of him. I wanted to taste him more than anything. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given me.
He gasped as I ran my tongue around the tip of his erection. Both of us were trying to be quiet, but that gasp echoed around us, amplified by the bad acoustics. That encouraged me. I wrapped my hand around the base and took him in, moving my hand along with my mouth as I stroked.
I was just getting into it when I felt a hand on my head, gently nudging me backward. “Stop, stop, stop. You have to stop.”
From the look in his eyes, I knew exactly why he was halting this. He was losing control, and he hadn’t even been inside me yet. I reached over and picked up the foil packet, ripping it open and pulling out the condom inside. I slowly rolled it over his length and sat back, ready for him, but he surprised me by stepping out of his jeans and underwear. He then scooted me backward until he could climb on top of me, our bodies on the ledge all the way to our knees.
“We may not have a bed, but I want to make love to you the first time,” he said.
I opened my mouth to speak. This was where I should tell him I was a virgin. But before I could get a word out, he reached down between our bodies and touched me. That took away all ability to speak.
And then he was on top of me, inching inside me slowly, gradually filling me. Only when he encountered resistance did he seem to realize what was happening.
His face clouded with confusion. “Are you?”
I nodded. “A virgin.”
I’d said the word so many times over my life, I was sick of it. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore, and I certainly didn’t want another man to run away the second he found out. It always seemed to make a man think I’d want marriage and kids immediately after sleeping with him.
Nic wasn’t that type of guy, though. He was up for the challenge. He wouldn’t cower at the thought that a woman might want to get too serious. Or maybe it was just that I sensed something between us. Something that went beyond the usual half-ass attempts at trying to get me into bed.
I’d held out so many years for a reason. It wasn’t just because of the lectures my dad had given me when I was younger, as I’d thought. I’d held out because it never felt right. I’d never met any guy who made me feel what this one did.
Nic Brooks was the man I’ve been looking for all my life. I wanted to lose my virginity to this man…and only this man. Nobody else would do.
He didn’t withdraw, but he didn’t move either. I was terrified he’d pull out and insist we go somewhere more romantic. But I wanted this. Here. Now.
Desperate to keep going, I began moving against him, digging my fingers into his back and arching toward him. I was intent on riding out the pain, but it wasn’t bad. And it subsided quickly enough…and when I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure, he started moving too.
Finally, I opened my eyes and saw him watching me. Our eyes locked in a stare that went straight to the depths of my soul. In that moment, I knew we’d made a connection that would stay with us long after we left the stairwell.
He was taking more than my virginity. He now owned a piece of my heart.
4
NIC
I couldn’t stop thinking about Harley Baxter. It had been a solid week since our mind-blowing stairwell encounter, and I was dying to see her.
Unfortunately, we’d both been so busy, all we’d managed was a long series of phone calls every night before bed. There were also flirtatious texts all day, every day, that had me battling a constant hard-on.
But tonight, I was picking her up at her place for a full-blown date. I was actually nervous about it, even changing clothes three times. Finally, I’d settled on a boring navy jacket with my solid white button-down—fitting for dinner at Pleasure Valley’s nicest steakhouse. I hated the pretension of it all, but the food was damn good.
“You must be Nic,” the redhead who answered the door said.
I recognized her from the bar that night. She was one of Harley’s two roommates and longtime best friends.
“I’m Taylor.”
She reached out a hand, and I shook it. Then she stepped back, gesturing for me to enter the condo. I stopped just inside, though, as Taylor shut the door and said she’d go get Harley.
But she didn’t have to tell her I was here. Harley appeared before her roommate had taken two steps, standing just a few feet away with a big smile.
