The soft light from the lamp cast a golden glow over her bare skin. Not even the dark ink swirling over her breast could take away from her beauty. Every muscle in my body tightened in anticipation. I could already taste her sweet, full lips… feel the curve of her ass in my palm… hear her moans of pleasure ringing in my ears.
She reached up with one hand and tangled her fingers in the hair at the base of my neck.
The barbs we traded earlier had been nothing but foreplay. She’d had me on edge all day. The threat the Savage Bones represented faded into the background. All that mattered was the way she looked at me—with trust and hope reflecting in her eyes. I wanted her… wanted her with every cell in my entire fucking body.
But not like this.
Her words from earlier played on repeat in my head. She was a virgin. That’s why the VP of the Bones wanted her. And if I sank my cock into her, she’d shake that label. That’s all this was to her—a way to make sure the guy who’d marked her didn’t get what he wanted.
I pulled away, but my gaze lingered.
“What’s wrong?” Her voice had gone all soft and sexy, messing with my barely-there resolve.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Little Deer. I know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not going to work with me.”
She tilted her head back and crossed her arm over her bare breasts. “Are you going to make me ask nicely? Pretty, pretty, please, with a cherry on top?”
“You think this is a joke?” I shoved my fingers into my hair and tugged hard. This woman had no idea how much she frustrated me. I wanted to fuck her—but more than that, I wanted to own her. Wanted to flip her over my shoulder and carry her off to my cave and claim her as mine. Wanted to fuck those plump perfect lips and explore every inch of her untouched pussy with my fingers and my tongue. Wanted to plunge my cock so deep inside her and fuck her so thoroughly that she’d never even consider what it would be like to be with another man.
“No, I don’t think this is a joke. It’s my life on the line. If I can do something to protect myself, I’ll do it.” She sat up and let her arm fall away. “Even if it means giving my cherry to the first man who’s willing and able to take it.”
“Oh, I’m able, Little Deer.” I loomed over her, torn between relieving her of that particular burden and tossing her over my knee to spank her for even mentioning the possibility of giving her precious gift away so freely.
Her gaze darted to the bulge in my jeans, and her eyes widened. “Then do it.”
“Let’s make one thing clear.” I climbed onto the bed and straddled her legs. It physically pained me to reach for her tank and gently pull it back on over her head. “Not all men are selfish pricks like the ones who hurt you. I know you don’t believe me, but you will. And when you find one worthy of that creamy sundae between your legs with the cherry on top, you’ll give it to him willingly, not because you feel like you have to.”
Holding myself together over the past thirty seconds had been more difficult than surviving multiple tours of duty overseas. With her chest covered, my cock got the message and sent all that unanswered need straight to my balls. First chance I got, I was headed right to the shower to get some much needed relief.
“You want to know what it’s like to be with a man like me, Little Deer?”
Ginger bit down on her lip and nodded. Her chest rose and fell. Even with her shirt on, the outline of her nipples underneath the fabric continued to drive me wild with need.
I pressed my palm to her navel and slid it past the waistband of her sweats. “You want me to touch you? To make that virgin pussy come hard against my hand?”
Her eyes widened and filled with heat. Her consent drifted past her lips in a throaty whisper. “Yes.”
My thick finger plunged through her curls and stopped at the top of the cleft between her legs. “What happened to your manners?”
“Please, Six?” With her eyes locked onto mine, I couldn’t tear my gaze away.
“Please, what?” I growled.
“Please make me come.”
Goddammit. I couldn’t stop myself if I tried, and I fucking didn’t want to try. My finger circled her throbbing clit before sliding lower and disappearing into her slick, wet heat.
“You’re soaking wet.” My cock throbbed, eager to trade places with my finger, desperate to feel her tight little cunt surrounding me. I couldn’t take much more. Sliding my finger in and out of her was the worst kind of torture. I deserved it, though. Deserved it for even thinking a man like me would be worthy of taking her innocence.
Ginger shifted her hips, softly grinding against my hand. She clearly wanted more.
I felt her release build, felt the walls of her pussy pulse around my finger.
“That’s it, Little Deer. Come for me.” I slid my other hand up to cup the back of her head, wanting to see the look in her eyes as she shattered around me.
She didn’t disappoint. A low moan broke free from her lips. Hearing her come undone fueled an intense mix of satisfaction and desperation in my soul. I waited until her hips stilled and her breathing regulated before I pulled my finger from her pussy and licked it clean with my tongue.
“I shouldn’t have asked you to do that.” A deep line creased her forehead. “I’m so sorry.”
