“But you’re scared too?”
“You have no idea. And not because I’ve never been with a woman before but because my feelings for you are so strong that I don’t want to fuck this up.”
I would be the first man she had sex with since her trafficking days.Holy fuck.But as much as that fact blew me away, I would be honored to show her that sex could be a beautiful act between two people. That was, whenever she was ready.
I grabbed her trembling hands. “I’ve never been in a relationship. Ever, Grace. I’ve kept my feelings guarded at all times with women. Of course, my former profession didn’t allow much leeway in that regard but only because I chose that avenue. I also didn’t want to feel the pain of loss. Losing Sarah made me a hardened individual. Sure, she was my sister, but a loss—no matter how it happens—is still painful.”
“I haven’t been in a relationship either,” she admitted. “I didn’t have the luxury of a boyfriend in high school. That was my fault. I left home. The difference between us is you’ve had a sex life.”
“Sex isn’t everything, baby girl.”
“But it’s important. I know because not having sex with me tore Dom to pieces.”
She was killing me. Her beauty set me on fire. Her heart was pure. Her strength was, by far, one of her most attractive qualities. But what had me falling faster than I expected was her brutal honesty.
“Can I ask what you’re afraid of when it comes to sex?” Maybe flushing out her fears would help us both.
“Memories. Pain.”
My heart jackhammered against my ribs as I resisted the urge to clench my fists or show any signs of emotion. She didn’t need pity. She needed me to listen without judgement.
“Do you know what you like? Where to be touched? What turns you on?”
Her cheeks flushed as she finally smiled. “No one has ever asked me that.” She locked eyes with me, her gaze steady and true. “I liked when Dom went down on me. I like my nipples touched. I like your kisses. Really, really love the way you kiss.” She was beaming until she frowned. “I don’t like my hair to be pulled. I don’t like when a man fucks from behind.” She shook her head crazy fast. “I hate that. And if a man ever tried anal sex on me, I would rip off his balls.”
I winced slightly at the rip-off-his-balls part.
I brushed my fingers gently along her heated cheek. “What would you envision me doing to you?”
She squirmed. “Taking it slow. Lots of foreplay. Kissing me endlessly everywhere. Then maybe I could feel you inside me.”
I was sweating where I sat. Talking about sex was as hot as the act, in my book.
“What do you like?” she asked, soaking in curiosity.
I skimmed a finger over her pouty lips. “I love foreplay. I love tasting a woman. I love to see her orgasm. Oral sex is hot. But the biggest turn-on for me is the enjoyment two people get from pleasing each other.”
I was as hard as a fucking piece of granite.
She unbuttoned her blouse. “Show me all those things.”
Nerves poked at my gut. “Are you sure, baby girl?”
“One hundred percent. I made a promise a long time ago that unless I had strong feelings for man, I wouldn’t give myself to anyone. It’s time. You’re the guy.”
So many fucking emotions danced through my body, my cock, my head, and my freaking heart.
She rose to take off her jeans, her gaze never wavering from mine.
She stood before me in only her bra and panties, and my pulse pounded as I swept my gaze over her, taking my time to memorize every part of her.
She was stunning, with the swell of her breasts poking from her bra, curves that had me squirming where I sat, legs that went on forever, and her brown hair falling in waves, flowing like ripples on the water in the wake of a boat.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. This moment felt monumental, charged with both desire and a deep sense of responsibility. I wanted to make this perfect for her, to show her how beautiful and cherished she was and that no man should abuse or take any woman for granted.
“Come here, baby girl.” I held out my hand.
She stepped closer, her skin luminous in the soft light from the fireplace. I pulled her gently onto my lap and cradled her face in my palms.
