MY FIRST TIME
KATIE
The first thing I felt as soon as I woke up was the ache.A dull soreness between my thighs, reminding me of the night before.
And it wasn’t a dream.
I groaned, stretching my arms above my head.The sheets still smelled likehim.Soap mixed with rain and very male.
My body ached in ways I didn’t know it could.It felt like I had run a marathon.
A marathon in bed.
I blushed thinking about…everything.
Researchers should study Dylan.He had no refractory period.He would get hard on a whim, and just when I thought we were done for the night, he would pull me in with a messy, passionate kiss, starting all over again.
“Oh my God,” I mumbled into my hands.
I had actually letDylan—the arrogant, charming and infuriating Dylan—take me to bed.And he had been better than anything I could have dreamed.
Better than all the romantic fantasies I had or the first time sex I had read about in books.He exceeded all my expectations.
The spot between my legs throbbed with sharp memory, making me squirm.I looked around the empty bed and frowned.These were clean sheets, and even the pillow covers were changed.I peeked underneath the cover and found myself naked, covered in hickies (that jerk) and also clean.
I didn’t remember much about what happened since I passed out after a few rounds and… I think he might have cleaned me up.
Hazy memory of strong arms lifting me, the cool swipe of a cloth and his warm voice reassuring me, “I’ll take care of you, darling.”
I should hate that nickname, but instead it made my heart feel soft.
The bedroom door creaked, making me snap out of my head.
“Good morning, sunshine!”Dylan’s voice was far too cheerful for someone who had broken me.
I peeked over the blanket.He stood there shirtless (of course) and holding a tray like some kind of smug, half-naked butler in nothing but his boxers… with a bulge.
Of course, he has an erection in the morning.
I groaned louder and rolled onto my side.“You are way too much right now.”
In a way, he wasn’t.But also he was.How could I not get flustered and embarrassed seeing a handsome man with a Greek god body greeting me with breakfast?
“Oh, come on.”His grin was obnoxiously boyish.“I slaved away in the kitchen for you, my love,” he crooned, his deep voice making my stomach warm.
Dylan set the tray on the nightstand, and I licked my lips at the sight of sunny-side-up eggs, a pile of blueberries, and—God bless him—a steaming cup of coffee.
He knew exactly what I liked.It was almost odd how well he knew me.Because I don’t remember talking about breakfast with him.Ever.
I narrowed my eyes at him in mock glare.“You don’t get to butter me up with breakfast after what you did last night.”
“What did I do?”He pressed a hand over his heart, feigning innocence.“Did I hurt you?Do you want to punish me?”
“Yes.I do.You almost destroyed me,” I scoffed, hiding my blush behind the blanket.
He winced dramatically.And to my utter shock, he dropped to his knees, his messy hair falling over his forehead.The pout on his mouth was so ridiculous I almost laughed.
“I’m sorry, Katie,” he said, tilting his head up at me with those annoyingly gorgeous green eyes that seemed brighter than ever.“I couldn’t hold back.You were too…” His gaze trailed down my body under the covers before he bit his lip.“Too much for me.Too perfect.Sexy.Stunning.Hot.And the way you moaned my name, with your voice turning high like you?—”
