She blushes and tries to hide a grin. “I get that. Still.”
I stand and hold out my hand to pull her up, pulling her close and smelling her hair. We’re both sweaty and sticky, and it’s probably a good idea to shower off, so I keep one arm around her as we make our way from the living room floor to the bathroom.
We take turns washing each other, tension building between us again, my cock going hard the moment she touches me.
“You’d better talk fast if you’re going to do that,” I joke.
She bites her bottom lip shyly. Won’t meet my gaze when she says, “I want to…”
The words trail off.
Silence stretches.
I don’t know if I’m supposed to answer, or if she’s waiting for me to read what she can’t quite say.
Then she breathes deep, lifts her gaze to mine, and blurts, “I haven’t… before. I’m a—I’m a virgin.”
Now it’s my turn to suck in a shocked breath. “Oh?”
Color rushes to her cheeks. “I mean, you and I have—obviously we’ve done things. And before you, I’d… tried some stuff. Not much. Just… a little. God, this is harder to say than I thought.”
I cup her face in my hands, forcing her eyes to stay on mine.
“Ana,” I murmur. “Sweet Ana. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I didn’t know how,” she admits, voice trembling. “I was embarrassed. That’s why I freaked out that night. I wasn’t sure I wanted my first time to be… like that.”
“When I was being horrible and angry,” I confirm. “Yes, I see that now. I’m so sorry,milaya devochka.”
Her lips tremble, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You didn’t know. And it was… professional. There was no reason for you to feel anything. I just—” She swallows. “I was new to it. And I let myself feel for you, which was so stupid. I know it was.”
Tears shine in her spectacular eyes, and it cracks something open in me.
“This is so dangerous,” I whisper before pressing my lips to hers.
The kiss is long, consuming. When we finally part, I feel unmoored, as if the ground itself shifted. My head spins, my chest aches.
I reach past her and turn off the water. Steam curls around us as I scoop her into my arms, carrying her out of the bathroom.
I don’t bother with towels. I lay her down on the bed, water still glistening on her skin, and take in every inch of her.
Leanna reaches out a hand, but I don’t take it right away.
“Are you sure?” I ask quietly. “This is not something I require from you.”
She lets out a soft laugh, breathless but steady. “I know. And yes, I’m sure. I want it to be you.”
My chest tightens. I lean closer, my voice low, a warning. “When I have you… Once will never be enough. I don’t share. I don’t negotiate. Do you understand?”
She nods. Then she shifts, sliding to the center of the bed, her wet hair falling over one shoulder, dripping down her skin like jewels. She parts her thighs, baring herself to me, offering what no man has ever touched.
I crawl onto the bed, hovering over her.
A kiss. And another. Two fingers inside, sliding in and out, getting her ready. Her hips rise and her breath hitches with desire.
“I’m ready,” she whispers.
I settle between her legs, positioning myself at her entrance. I know it will hurt; there’s no way around it. Slowly, I press in. Just the tip. Then a little more.
