She giggles and rolls her eyes playfully, the most captivating sight in the goddamn world. “I guess I just did.”
She stares at me with her just-Tessa mix of sassiness and shyness, a combination that will never stop driving me crazy.
“If it’s a date, you should be a good girl and wear what I tell you to,” I smirk.
“I’d love to,” she says, her voice twitching with seriousness now. “But how can we, Trent? Even if we go to the next town over, people might recognize us. There’s nowhere we can go in the whole of Maine where we can know, for sure, that we won’t be caught.”
The word caught hangs in the air like a bad odor.
“We’re not doing anything wrong,” I growl.
She stares hard at me, her lips trembling as if she can’t decide if I’m lying to her or lying to myself.
Rage spirals through me, but not rage aimed at my woman. I don’t think I could ever be angry at the future mother of my children.
The rage is aimed at the goddamn situation, the twisted combination of circumstances and emotion that led us here.
But even if there are uncertain things about what’s happening here, one thing I’m dead certain about is how I feel about my woman.
“I’ll take you someplace where it’ll just be the two of us,” I say firmly. “I don’t want any other man seeing how captivating you are in the dress I pick out for you, anyway.”
“Are you really going to choose my clothes?” she whimpers, and my little horny virgin can’t mask the lust shimmering beneath the words.
“Don’t act like you don’t want me to,” I smirk.
A flush spreads across her cheeks, betraying her desire.
“I do,” she admits. “But I don’t want you to be disappointed if I can’t… you know.”
I chuckle. “What a shy, little virgin you are. You don’t want me to be disappointed if you’re not ready to open those thick gorgeous thighs and take my throbbing hot dick. Is that what you’re trying to say, Tessa?”
She bites her lip, letting out a moaning noise that almost turns me feral.
“Yes,” she sighs after a long pause. “But I want it. I want it so bad. I’ve dreamt about it for so long. I’ve—”
She bites down, stilling her next words.
My smirk widens.
“You naughty girl,” I tease warmly. “You’ve touched yourself thinking about me?”
She fidgets in her seat, nodding in a way that makes me want to turn full savage, grabbing her and claiming her right here. I’d tear off her shirt with my teeth, exposing those voluptuous breasts, and then take her nipples in my mouth as I sat her in my lap and drove up inside of her.
“When’s the last time you did it?” I snarl, my voice shaking and throbbing and pulsing.
Something else takes hold of me when my woman looks like this, full of need.
“A few days before you got back,” she gushes. “I was imagining all the things you’d do to me and… and I got carried away.”
“What you were imagining.” I snarl. “It doesn’t need to only be a fantasy anymore. All of it can come true.”
She shakes her head, her breath coming out shivery, choked like she can’t quite take the force of my words.
“I can’t tell you here,” she whispers.
“You don’t trust yourself not to lose control,” I growl, chuckling. “Don’t worry, Snapshot. I feel the same. Later, then… Maybe tonight.”
“Tonight?”
I smirk. “Our date. I’ll bring the dress over later. If you’re extra nice, I might even put a fucking ribbon on the package.”
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“That’s a surprise,” I say. “Now be a good virgin and move those hips for me as you walk home.”
“What, like from side to side?”
“Yeah, make that fucking ass dance for me. Now, Tessa, before I lose control.”
Not kissing her before she steps from my car is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. Every impulse inside of me roars to grab her flushed cheeks and lean close, painting her in my warm breath before I press my lips against hers.
She climbs out of the car, shouldering her camera bag as she walks toward her house…
A house that sends a pang of regret and rage moving through me.
My woman – and her family – deserve to live in a luxurious home, something befitting her majesty.
But it’s difficult to stay regretful and rage-filled when my woman does as she’s instructed, moving her hips from side to side, making that juicy ass move for me in those denim shorts.
My cock stiffens again, already flooded with seed even after what we did at the cabin.
She stops at the front door, turning to give me a shy wave. It’s endearing and it makes me want to kick my car door open and sprint over to the house, tackle her inside and bend her over the first piece of furniture I see.
I don’t give a damn what it is.
A couch, a chair… I’ll bend her over and then roughly drag her shorts down, bringing my engorged manhood to her hole. She’ll gasp and moan and shiver against me, her virginal nervousness trying to tell her to stop, but her lust won’t let her stop until she’s sitting on my dick, sliding deeper and deeper until my abs are crushed against her ass cheeks.
She’ll cry out as I start to fuck her roughly, shifting my hips back and forth over and over like the wild best I am.
I clear my throat, lift my hand, and wave. It’s all I can do right now, even if that kills me.
She goes inside and I sit back with a sigh, working my hands around the steering wheel.
This has been one hell of a day, and it’s not even over yet.
When I returned home last night I thought the feeling that had captured me at the diner might fade away, but it only grew bigger, stronger, more captivating… and now that I’ve had a taste of her – of her company and
