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“It’s all right,” he replies.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, believe me, I do. It’s just that—”
“Lanie, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. You’re not ready yet. That’s fine,” he says.
“You’re not mad?”
“Of course, not. I don’t want to do anything until you’re ready. Until you’re comfortable,” he adds. “Or, if you just don’t want to, that’s fine too.”
“I do. Want to, that is. I really do,” I insist. “It’s just—”
“Somewhere other than the front seat of a car.”
“Yeah,” I reply with a nervous giggle.
“That’s fine. You don’t have to apologize. We will never do a thing until you’re ready.”
“I’m also a virgin.” I take my bottom lip between my teeth, nervously waiting for his reaction.
His forehead furrows and his Adam’s apple bobs and down. With a pained look, he scrubs a hand across his face. “I’m sorry, Lanie. I had no idea. You deserve better than having your virginity taken in this car.”
I lean forward and press my forehead to his. Most guys in his place, hard and horny, would be pissed. Some would probably try to force the issue. I can’t believe he’s so understanding. That he’s so… mature about it. It only seems to reinforce what I already believe about him.
“Thank you, Lane,” I say. “This means a lot to me.”
“You don’t need to thank me. Whatever happens between us—or doesn’t happen—it will all be at your speed,” he replies.
I climb off his lap and slide back into my seat, my body still trembling with want. With need. With the thick currents of my desire—feelings that have only been heightened by his kindness and understanding. I am going to sleep with him. That’s not even a question in my mind anymore. It’s just a matter of finding a time and place where I’ll feel comfortable. And I’m grateful to him for giving me that space to find it.
“Why don’t you drive us home?” he asks.
“What? I’ve never driven on city streets before.”
“Seems like an ideal time to learn then.”
“Lane, I can’t—”
“You can. And you will,” he says. “I believe in you, Lanie. You got this.”
I bite my bottom lip and smile at him, feeling for one of the few times in my life that he's right—I do have this.
5
LANE
It’s been a couple of days since the incident in the parking lot and I can’t get Lanie off my damn mind. The sound of her soft, breathy moans as I plunged my fingers into that hot, tight little hole keeps ringing in my ears and the taste of her on my fingers… I'll never forget the taste of her sweet virgin nectar.
Her kisses were passionate. Fiery. And the feeling of her straddling me and grinding against my stiff cock very nearly made me come in my jeans. Even now, just thinking about it has my member rock hard all over again.
I hated having to stop, but I’m not the sort of guy who’s going to push things. If she tells me she’s not ready, that’s fine. But it was harder than fucking hell to stop when I was that far along the road to ecstasy. I had to come home and jerk off in a cold shower after that. Twice.
There’s just something about Lanie I can’t stop thinking about. I’m drawn to her like a piece of iron to a magnet. She’s intoxicating. Addicting. Every time I get a taste of her, I only end up wanting more. So much more. I never felt any of these things before and I realize whatever this is borders on obsession.
I’m obsessed with her. Been that way since the day I laid my eyes on her.
So. Fucking. What.
I get this overwhelming desire to take care of her. To protect her. To keep her safe from all harm… and to give her the world.
