“I know,” she said quickly. “You’re going to say this is too much. Too fast.”
“That’s exactly what I should say.”
“But not what you want.”
She was right.
“I don’t know you,” I said.
“I know enough.” She lifted her chin. “And I need to tell you something.” She inhaled. “I’ve never been with anyone.”
It took a second for it to register. “Never?”
“No.” She braced herself. “I’m not embarrassed. Just honest.”
I stepped closer, lifting her face gently in my hands. “It’s not a flaw,” I said. “It’s trust.”
She searched my face. “Then what happens now?”
“Not tonight,” I said quietly. “Not like that.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Because when it happens, it won’t be rushed. And it won’t be careless.”
“But what if I want it to be tonight?”
In answer, I lowered my mouth to hers.
The kiss started soft. Gentle. A question more than a demand. But when she melted against me, her hands fisting in the front of my shirt, something broke loose in my chest.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers. She made a sound—a whimper, a moan—and I swallowed it down, greedy for more. My hands moved from her face to her waist, pulling her closer until her body was pressed fully against mine.
She had to feel how hard I was. There was no hiding it, not with her hips flush against mine. But she didn’t pull away. If anything, she pressed closer, rising on her toes to get more of me.
“Roarke.” My name on her lips was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I don’t know.” She was breathless, her eyes dark with want. “I just—I need?—”
I knew what she needed. And I was going to give it to her.
I walked her backward until her shoulders hit the wall, then pinned her there with my body. She gasped, her head falling back, and I took the opportunity to drag my lips down her throat.
“I’m going to touch you,” I said against her skin. “Just touch. Nothing more. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” The word came out strangled. “God, yes.”
My hand slid under her sweater, finding warm, soft skin. She shivered as my fingers traced up her ribcage, higher and higher until I reached the curve of her breast.
“Still okay?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I palmed her through her bra, feeling her nipple harden against my hand. She arched into my touch, a moan escaping her lips that went straight to my cock.
This woman was going to be the death of me. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.
