Heathercouldn’t believe she’d gotten up the nerve to come with him to hishouse, let alone his room. This went against all the rules. Sheknew better than to allow herself to be alone with a strangecollege guy in a frat house. He’d referred to it as the House ofGoths. That alone should have scared her off, yet she couldn’t helpbut be inexplicably drawn to him.
He wasdifferent. So different from the guys she usually dated. That alonegave her hope. That and his kind eyes.
Those othersall just wanted her for her body and bragging rights. None of themever took the time to get to know her. She knew if she let ifhappen, one day, she would wake up next to one of those guys andregret giving up her virginity to someone who saw her as a trophyand didn’t care about her.
At least, withDorian, she felt that it wouldn’t matter so much. It would be herchoice and she would feel empowered by that fact when the deed wasdone. In the morning, they would both part on equal grounds. Theymost likely wouldn’t see each other again. Their worlds would neverhave reason to collide. Even if he did brag amongst his friends,she would probably never hear of it. She hoped he wouldn’t, though.At some level, she believed he was the type who didn’t need tobrag. But what did she know?
What she hadn’tcounted on, though, was the way her heart was beating at the sightof his handsome face, piercings and all. He was covered in tattoos.She could see a couple creeping up his neck through his collar. Sheloved the way his floppy mohawk, hung over his steely blue eyes. Hewas scary all right but in a very good way.
She could tellthat he was a bit nervous from the way he was fiddling with hisfunky watch band. She didn’t want him to be nervous, though. Shewanted him to be the flirty, cocksure guy who had approached herthat afternoon at the end of her shift.
Before sherealized what she was doing, she reached for his hand. Heimmediately froze, and met her gaze, his blue eyes igniting withdesire. They stared at each other for an unmarked amount of timebefore he bent his head and leaned in for a kiss. His lips werefirm yet gentle and full of promise. He laced a hand around theback of her head as he deepened the kiss, slipping his clevertongue into her mouth. No longer was he nervous, or shy. Thankgoodness for that, because she was nervous enough for the both ofthem.
Dorian went infor the kill. If she wanted this, then who was he to question it?Easily overtaking her since she offered no resistance, he pressedher down on the bed, trapping her beneath his weight. Her armsautomatically reached around his trim waist. They both sighed whentheir bodies lined up in the most perfect way.
Wanting to besure of her intentions, Dorian drew back for a moment and gazedinto her desire filled face. He silently asked permission with hiseyes and when she smiled shyly and nodded, biting her bottom lip,he abandoned any and all hesitation. They didn’t need wordsapparently, and that was perfectly okay with him.
Respondinginstinctively to the heavenly friction of his hard body moving everso deliciously against hers, Heather closed her eyes and preparedto enjoy the ride. His hands were all over her and so were his everhungry lips. The man was all corded muscle underneath his shirt.She sighed at the very sight of him as he mercilessly tore it off.He was covered in an array of tattoos which she promised herselfthat she would take a closer look at another time. He had asix-pack she’d only ever seen in magazines yet never expected tosee in real life, yet here he was.
He was long andlean in all the right places. His shoulders were broad, his bicepswell-defined and hard as she ran her hands over his body, exploringhis every hill and valley.
“Like what you see, huh?” he said with a devilishsmile.
She eagerlynodded and smiled all the more. This was perfect. He was perfect.She’d made the right choice. She would never forget him, her first,that was for sure. Even if one night was all they ever shared, itwould be worth it. He was the one. He was her present to herself.She wouldn’t ever feel cheated, knowing her first time was withthis particular guy.
Dorian coveredher with hungry kisses from her sultry lips to her cheeks. Hekissed each lovely eyelid before sliding his lips towards her ear.He traced his tongue along her sensitive skin there before suckingher lobe into his mouth. Immediately, he felt her body rise againsthis and he couldn’t help but smile.
There were twotypes of women according to his experience. The first type wereaggressive in bed and he quite enjoyed that. The second type wereshy and passive and he equally enjoyed that. Heather, he quicklysurmised, fell into the latter category and that was perfectly allright with him. In fact, he was rather in the mood to take chargetonight, especially with this particular little lady, whom he’dbeen secretly admiring from afar.
“Don’t you worry about a thing, sweetheart,” he whispered intoher ear. “I’ll take good care of you.”
How did he know to say that? Heatherstifled a little sob and nodded as she held him close. He mustknow. But how? They’d just met… She was surprised yet comforted byhis thoughtful words.
He quicklyrolled up her sweater and swiftly pulled it over her head. Heleaned back to gaze at her and he smiled his approval of her perkypale breasts through the white lace of her bra. Running his nosealong the shear material, he eagerly tasted her with his tongue. Hethen leaned up on his elbow and ran his hand down over her bellytowards the waist of her pants. Covering her breast with his lips,he deftly undid the button and zipper of her jeans and slid hishands down between her slightly parted legs.
Heather felther nervousness surface as his fingers got closer and closer tothat never before explored part of her
