“It doesn’t matter what men like. It doesn’t even matter what I usually do. What matters is this. What matters is us.”
She looked down, and he cupped her chin, holding her face steady. “Look at me.”
She was powerless to ignore the command. She had to look at him. She had to.
What she saw shocked her all the way down to her soul.
Because he was looking at her as if he didn’t ever want to look anywhere else.
He slipped the straps of her dress down and then let the bodice fall to her waist. She hadn’t worn a bra that was meant to be seen.She hadn’t anticipated that he would see her. So it was just simple, black and lacy, the right foundation for the dress, but not revealing or anything.
The breath that he let out in response was slow and shaky. “You are so beautiful. And I am the luckiest man in the world.”
“Why do you think that?” Her voice sounded so thin. “You thought you were getting a girl who knew what she was doing.”
“No. Because all those men tell stories. They convince themselves maybe even that they got to see this, but only I have. No other man in the world. That automatically makes me the luckiest. No competition. Damn, Jessie.”
It was like a prayer, not a curse. He moved to kiss her neck, down her collarbone, to the curve of her breasts, just where the cup met her skin. She let her head fall back, let her body surrender to him.
“Damn,” he whispered. His breath was hot against her skin. And still she shivered.
He reached around and unhooked her bra, letting it loosen on her arms. Then he pulled it off, and she found herself fighting the urge to cover herself. Which just seemed ridiculous. She had never considered herself shy or modest, but it wasn’t about that. It was about being worried that she wouldn’t measure up. But the expression on his face eased that concern pretty damn quickly. She had never seen that look on a man’s face before.
Let alone on his.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. He moved his hand to cup her breast, sliding his thumb over her nipple. The sensation was so glorious, she couldn’t hold back her sound of pleasure as he stroked her.
“All good?”
She nodded. “Can’t you tell from context clues?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m very confident in my abilities. But this is your first time. And it’s my first time with you. Which means I’m not taking anything for granted. I want you. I want this. And I need it to be the best experience you’ve ever had.”
“Ever?”
“Yes. Ever. Better than Christmas morning, better than learning a new trick-riding routine, better than hustling a whole slew of people at the bar in a pool game.”
“Tall order.”
Except it wasn’t. Because already this was better than anything.
But she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
“I need to taste you.”
She was about to say yes, but then he lowered his head and traced a circle around her nipple with his tongue before sucking it deep into his mouth.
Her hands shot to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She did say yes then. Repeatedly. Over and over again.
“This is better … It’s better than I imagined.”
How? They had barely done anything. Well, to her they had done a whole lot, but to him this must be nothing.
“Don’t look so worried. I’ve got you.”
In spite of herself, she felt some of the tension leave her body. He had her. It was Flynn Wilder. The one man she could trust with this.
The man she had spent so many years convincing herself she didn’t like.
