Maeve slowly opens her eyes and looks up at me under the nervous flutter of her long lashes. “Yeah, I…I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, but I wasn’t sure how or when to say it.”
“You’re a virgin.”
She flushes, turning away, but I don’t allow her to shift her gaze, grabbing her chin and forcing those pretty green eyes back on me.
“You’ve never had sex before?”
She chews on her bottom lip, so I slide my thumb over the lip to release it. “I don’t think doing it alone counts, does it?” Her eyes drop from mine. “I’ve…explored by myself, but that’s all.”
Christ above. How the hell can someone be so incredibly smart and so endearingly naïve at the same time? How can she be so goddamned sexy and how the fuck is it that no one’s snatched this girl up for themselves until this very moment?
“You weren’t ready to be with a man before,” I muse, dragging my thumb over her smooth jaw. “Is that why you’ve waited?”
She shakes her head. “I wasn’t waiting, or maybe I was, I don’t know,” she murmurs, nuzzling my hand as it moves up and down her cheek. “I just never paid too much attention to sex. I wasn’t attracted to any of the boys in college or law school and whenever I had the urge, I just…I took care of it myself.”
Fuck. I can’t stop the image of Maevetaking care of herselfthat pops into my head.
What I wouldn’t give to watch that happen.
“And now?”
Her eyes lock with mine. “I have…the urge,” she says, dropping her hands between us and toying with the buttons of my shirt. “I’ve had it for a while now, and I want you to take care of it. I haven’t ruined the moment, haven’t I?”
“Maeve—”
She pops the second button, then moves to the third. “It’s embarrassing. That I don’t have any experience. I know it might not be as good for you. Sex is better and more fun with someone who knows what they’re doing and I…” Her voice trails off when my mouth splits in a wide grin. “You’re laughing.”
There’s hurt in her voice, so I rush to soothe, smoothing a hand down her shoulders before pulling her into an embrace. “You charm the hell out of me, Maeve Halloway,” I say, my heart swelling with affection for the woman the universe saw fit to send my way. “You have no fucking idea how insane the thought of being your first drives me. That I get to touch you, pleasure you in ways no other man has.” I kiss her bare shoulder. “You’ll never want to feel another man’s touch when I’m done making love to you.”
“You don’t mind?”
I laugh, leaning down and wrapping my hands around the backs of her thighs before lifting her into my arms. She instinctively wraps her legs around my hips, lining up her wet, naked sex against my throbbing cock. I groan, wanting to tear off my jeans so there aren’t any more clothes between us, but Christ, I can’t afford to be reckless with my sexy attorney.
A virgin?
The word circles in my brain as I carry her back to the couch. I’ve never been a selfish lover, but after the incident with the cop’s ex ten years ago, I’ve always been careful and a tad withdrawn.I give and seek pleasure without completely losing myself in the moment, but with Maeve…
I lay her down on the couch and step back to shrug off my shirt since she’s already unbuttoned it. Her gasp rings in the air and I can tell without looking what’s caused that reaction from her.
“A prison fight,” I tell her, popping the button to my jeans before tugging down the zipper. “I was winning and completely underestimated my opponent. Was unprepared when he pulled out a shiv and would have sliced open my throat if I hadn’t spotted it.”
I keep the jeans on, unbuttoned as I climb over her. A shiver rolls down my back when she lifts her fingers to my throat and trails them down the scar. “He almost killed you,” she murmurs, but her caress doesn’t stop where the scar ends. “I’m glad you’re alive.”
Her fingers keep moving over my pecs and down to my hard stomach. I let her feel, let her featherlike touch caress the hard muscles of my stomach, figuring she’ll stop at that, but she surprises me when she dips her hand inside my jeans. I didn’t think she had it in her.
I keep underestimating her. And she keeps surprising me.
Suddenly, I don’t care about the time I spent in prison. Everything that happened in the past has led me to this moment. To her.
“Fuck,” I growl, dropping my forehead against hers when she wraps her fist around my throbbing cock. She gasps when I jerk in her grip, precum leaking down my length. “How is it that you can unravel me with a single touch?”
She flushes, those stunning eyes glinting under the sunlight that filters in through her living room window. “I ask myself the samequestion,” she murmurs as she starts stroking my cock, using the slick of my precum to aid the movement. It’s shy and uncertain and so fucking hot, and it’s the best hand job I’ve ever received. Even better than the ones I gave myself across the street while watching her window like a perv.
I don’t have to wonder anymore about what her mouth tastes like or how her sexy body feels under mine. I don’t have to guess what kind of noises she makes when I kiss her—they’re low, breathy sighs that make my cock grow impossibly hard.
The way her skin tastes, I can’t get enough of it as I lean down to track my tongue over her throat. She moans, throwing her head back and allowing me access to her body. Access that has been denied to other men.
She cries out, her back arching off the couch, when I bite into her skin before soothing the sting with my tongue. I feel a desperate need to leave a visible mark on her pretty porcelain skin so all those other clients and lawyers know she’s taken.
