She blinked and shook her head, a wave of emotion barreling up her throat. “That’s…I’m not sure what to say.”
“It is what it is,” he said with a shrug. “I certainly never meant for it to happen.”
She wiped away the tears that had slipped over her cheeks, confused and somewhat embarrassed by her reaction to his confession. “So,youaren’t opposed to premarital sex, then?”
“Hell, no.” He gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him. “I am very in favor of it, especially right now.”
She put her hands on his chest, pushing him far enough back to meet his eyes. “I’ve been with a lot of guys, Jake. I’m not apologizing for it, but I understand if that makes you uncomfortable, considering.”
He cupped her face, drawing her in for a tender kiss. “On the contrary, I think it’s good that one of us knows what they’re doing.”
Relief rushed through her, loosening her limbs so that she was once again pressed against him. “So, did you guys fool around or anything?”
“Oh yeah. We fooled around alot.” He huffed with mirthless laughter. “We did everything you could do without having to call it sex.”
Well, that was a relief. Somehow, knowing that he wasn’t completely inexperienced made her feel better about the situation. Then they were kissing again, mouths meeting messily as hands groped and hips sought friction. Jake’s hands slid beneath her top, and the roughened pads of his fingers felt like heaven against her skin.
“So soft,” he said as he slid up her back. “Can’t get enough.”
Neither could she. Her fingers hooked under the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it over his head. He briefly withdrew his hands from her body to untangle himself from the shirt, and holy hell, his chest was a thing of wonder, lean and muscular from countless hours working in the barn, somehow impossibly sexier than muscles gained at the gym.
The front of his jeans strained to contain his cock. She pressed a palm against his length, as intimidated as she was turned on by the knowledge of his virginity. He groaned, pressing his hips more firmly into her touch, and she gripped him through the denim, giving him a firm squeeze.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hands shaking as they returned to her waist. “I, ah, I may have a slight problem.”
“What’s that?” She withdrew her hand, meeting his eyes.
His face was strained, tension vibrating through every inch of his body. “I want this more than anything, but—”
She took a step back, heart thudding in her chest, desire mixing with disappointment. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything else, not tonight anyway.”
“Will you let me finish?” He tugged her against him. “The problem is that I want ittoomuch. It’s been too long, Meg. I can’t…I can’t wait.”
“Oh,” she whispered as the ache inside her intensified, the desperation in his eyes burning right through her. “Oh.”
“I want to go slow. I want to do this right. I’m embarrassing myself.”
“Don’t be,” she murmured, reaching down to unzip his jeans. “It’s incredibly hot to see you this turned on.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he gritted as she palmed him through his boxer briefs.
“What you need is a pressure release so you can slow down and enjoy the rest of our evening.” She pushed down his underwear, and his cock jutted between them, thick and hard, a bead of moisture already glistening at the tip. She dropped to her knees, licking it off, her eyes never leaving his.
He let out a rough sound, his cock jumping against her lips.
“This is a beautiful cock,” she murmured, running her hand up and down his length. “And it’s waited so patiently for all these years.”
“I don’t know about patiently.” Jake’s voice had gone impossibly deep and rough.
“A perfect gentleman,” she said before swirling her tongue over his head. She pushed him backward until his ass rested against the counter, and then she took him in deep, sucking him all the way to the back of her throat in one movement.
“Fuck me,” he gritted, hips jerking as he attempted to hold himself back. She gripped his ass, encouraging him to thrust into her mouth, adjusting the angle of her head to take him in. His legs shook, fingers tangled in the depths of her hair as he let out a groan.
She swirled her tongue around him and sucked, hard. His hips jerked again, beginning to move, settling into a rhythm of quick thrusts as a string of curses left his lips.
“I’m going to come,” he rasped, hips moving faster and faster.
She sucked harder, letting her tongue cushion him, sliding over the vein that ran along the underside of his cock.
