She reaches for my hand and squeezes it before pulling herself into a tighter embrace. She drags my arm up her midsection, and the t-shirt moves too. My fingers graze the spot where her panties should be, but they aren’t. She’s not wearing anything under my shirt. Fuck. I struggle to control my thoughts and keep my cock from getting hard, but I can tell it’s going to be a losing battle.
“They were dirty…” she says, as if she knows I’m wondering why she isn’t wearing panties.
“I could have given you a pair of my boxers, or shorts.” I exhale sharply and feel goose bumps on her skin when my breath makes contact.
“Does it bother you?” She moves her ass against me, and my cock can’t help but respond.
“Less than it should.” I let another sharp exhale. “Or maybe more…”
“Thank you for not bringing up what happened when we were talking earlier.” She squeezes my hand.
“I had no plans of mentioning it—ever again.” I squeeze her hand in response.
“I’m glad my first time was with you.” She sighs. “Is it wrong for me to say that I enjoyed it?”
I know you did. I felt you come.
“I think we crossed the line between wrong and right when you climbed into my bed,” I admit. “If there was even one left.”
“What if we go a little further across that line?” She moves her ass against my cock, and it throbs.
“We shouldn’t…” I can tell I’m fighting a losing battle, but I’m doing everything I can not to raise the white flag of surrender.
“But we could…” She turns over in my arms and faces me. “And it would be the second time tonight you’ve been my first.”
“You mean?” I blink a couple of times in surprise.
“Never.” A silly little grin forms on the edge of her lips. “I always wanted it to be you.”
“You were way too young to have thoughts like that.” I shake my head.
“Not anymore.” Her grin gets wider.
I may not have felt the same way back then, but it would be another lie to say that I’m not tempted now. Kiana is beautiful—gorgeous curves any man would love to run their hands along. I’m the only one who has, and the thought of someone else getting to spend money to do it fills me with an emotion I haven’t felt in years. I don’t have a right to feel that way, but I can’t help it.
To be her first? Priceless. Money can’t buy that, nor should it ever be for sale. I already know I’m in trouble, whether it be lust or something more. Six years since I’ve seen her. Six years that have changed everything. Maybe they’ve made me weak, or made her stronger, but they’ve brought us here.
In my bed.
Alone.
With hearts and bodies burning for something so fucking wrong.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I wrap my fingers around the t-shirt she’s wearing.
It is. I see the need in her eyes—I’ve seen it all night.
“Yes.” She meets my hesitation with her lips.
We kiss. Her lips are soft, and the instant I feel them, it sets something off inside me. Desire. Yearning. I want more. I crush her beneath the firmness of my kiss and ravage her mouth with my tongue. I hear gentle whimpers and moans. They bring out the beast within me, and he hungers for so much more than her lips. I pull on my t-shirt, and our lips part briefly so I can dispose of it. She’s naked in my arms, and I explore her body with more liberty than I did earlier.
There’s no reason to fight it. I know how bad I want it—how bad she wants it. We both gave in before our lips met. My hands move to her breasts and I squeeze them. I play with her nipples until they turn into hard nubs against my fingers. More gentle whimpers into my mouth. More soft little moans. They’re so sweet I want to devour them, but I’ll settle for what I can taste.
And I want a fucking taste of her sweet cherry.
“You belong to me, tonight.” I lift up, and our lips part. “Every inch of your body—mine.”
“You can have anything you want.” Her hips move, and her legs slowly begin to open. “I’ll do anything you want—or you can make me.” Her tongue slides along her lips like she’s offering them to me.
Virgin or not, Kiana knows how to turn the dial to the hottest setting in an instant. There are a lot of things I’d like to make her do, but there is no way she understands what kind of door she’s trying to pull open—or what’s behind it. There’s too much innocence in those hungry eyes. If she wants me to claim her, I will, because I’m too far gone to pull back now. I just hope she understands that I’m breathing different air now, and I may not be so fucking eager to let her go after I’m done.
“What you did to yourself”—I run my fingers down her stomach—“will be nothing compared to what I’m about to do to you.”
I press my lips to her neck, kiss my way to her ear, and then slowly moving back down. My tongue makes circles until I get to her right nipple, then I make her moan before I move to the left. She’s gasping on pleasure before I venture further down her abdomen and make a circle around her belly button.
She knows what I intend to do. Her hips are moving. Her legs are shaking. Anticipation. So
