I reach out to cup one side of her face first as I bend my head down, my mouth seeking out hers for that first contact. It’s hot and heady, her soft lips pressed against mine for a sweet kiss. I flick my tongue against her lips, looking for access, and they part for me as if by instinct. Then our tongues are dancing as I deepen the kiss, holding her against me, exploring her mouth.
When I pull back Casey’s eyes are closed, and she opens them to stare up at me, her breath still catching unevenly. Her expression is shock and awe, surprise and desire, all layered together. She didn't think I would make this move. I lower my head to kiss her deeply again, to show her that it wasn't a mistake, that I want this.
With one hand still holding her cheek, I move the other over her neck, sweeping it across the curve of her shoulder, down over her side to her waist, pulling her closer to me. I shift on the bed so that we can press together more closely, feeling the heat of her body against mine, all soft where I’m hard, the perfect counterpart.
I release her lips only to move her with an animalistic growl from deep inside my chest, lifting her and pushing her back onto the bed, flat on her back, looking up at me with eyes that are questioning but trusting. She will let me have what I want. I know it when I look into her eyes. All I have to do is take her, claim her, show her that she’s mine.
I crawl over her, positioning my body exactly over hers, supporting my weight on my knees as I lean down to kiss her again. My fingers twined in her blonde hair while my other hand explores her chest, the contours of her bra, the flesh spilling over the side. My hand slips down to her hip, my thumb holding the exact junction of her waist with her hip, my fingers circling around to the side of her ass, squeezing.
She feels so good under my hands. I trail my fingers under her t-shirt, across the heated skin there, pushing up and up slowly until I reach her chest. I push the fabric out of the way, over her shoulders and then, as she raises her arms, up and over her head. I toss it onto the floor dismissively, feasting my attention on her breasts, the way they swell and rise with her heavy breathes under her bra. I want it out of the way – I want my skin on her skin, my hands on her.
I reach behind her for a moment for the clasp and find it, flicking it open. The material sags without the tension holding it in place, and I lean down to kiss her hungrily as I pull it away from her body, letting it join the t-shirt on the floor. I break off to look, to take in the glorious sight of her. She spills over my hands, each of her breasts too large to fit only in my palms, my fingers gently squeezing all they can find only to release and then circle her nipples, drawing them up harder and taller.
Casey groans low in her throat and I lower my face to her chest, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and flicking at it with my tongue as my hand repeats the same motions on the other side. Then I walk my free hand down, down to the waistband of her jeans, down to pop the button and slide down her zipper.
“Wait,” Casey blurts out, and I stop immediately. “There’s something… I should tell you something.”
“What is it?” I ask, looking down at her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips. I can’t imagine anything she could say that would make me not glory in this sight.
“I’m a virgin,” she says, the flush in her cheeks deepening to a red. “I… I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m sorry. I – I thought I should tell you because I… I don’t know how to… to please you.”
She’s flushed and squirming, obviously deeply embarrassed by her admission. I freeze up completely. Of all the things she could have said, I wasn’t expecting that. I stare at her for a moment, unable to move or say a thing.
Then I hear a knock over my shoulder, room service arriving with our dinner. With quite possibly the worst timing that a room service delivery has ever had.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Casey
Edward is gone from over me, rolling off the bed to answer the door and collect our room service. I quickly scrambled to get underneath the covers, lifting them up over my chest to cover myself up. I feel awful. But I had to tell him – it was the right thing to do, in case he expected more from me than I was able to give. But now I think I’ve messed everything up.
What was I thinking? Of course, he wouldn’t want to be with a virgin like me. I’m just a kid compared to him. There’s no reason why he would waste any more time with me. I’m sure once the food is gone he’s going to leave – maybe he won’t even stay to eat. I don’t blame him. After this, we never have to see each other again. I’m flying home at the end of the week, and he’s already fulfilled his obligations of showing me around.
I don’t pay any attention to the conversation at the door, as Edward accepts the room service cart and carries in a tray before closing
