“Now this.” She plucks the fabric of my tee.
“Yes, ma'am,” I grin, grabbing the back of my shirt and pulling it over my head.
“Wow.” Her eyes go wide as she presses her hands to my chest, fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos with wonder.
And damn if her appreciation doesn’t go right to my dick.
“Lay down, baby.” She puts a knee to the bed, crawls to the middle, then turns onto her back.
My tongue swipes across my bottom lip. “The things I’m gonna do to this body.”
Her cheeks go crimson.
Running my hands up her legs, I reach for the button on her shorts and pull it open. “You wet, June?” My eyes jump to hers as I slide her shorts and panties down her legs, pressing kisses to every inch of her as I go. I can smell her arousal, and it’s intoxicating.
She nods her head up and down.
“Good girl,” I rasp.
Kissing my way back up her body, I nip at her inner thighs, the curve of her hip, the underside of her breast. I want to taste every inch of her.
“So damn responsive.” I smile into the crook of her neck.
“Please,” she begs against my lips. “I need… I need…”
“Shh…” I silence her plea. I know what she needs. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I groan. Her pussy is slick and hot. I circle her clit, and her hips jerk. “Easy.”
Fuck yes. My girl is hungry for it. I slide my fingers down to her entrance and she tenses.
I pull back slightly, looking down at her. “What’s wrong?”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip like she’s suddenly afraid.
The hell?
My brows pull together. “Babe. You want to stop, all you gotta do is say so.”
“I’ve never...” she swallows visibly. “I’ve never done this before.”
I go completely still as my brain short-circuits, trying to process what she’s just said. She’s never…?
My brows hit my hairline. “As in ever?” She’s a virgin?
She shakes her head, those blue eyes never leaving mine. “Never. I always wanted it to be with someone special,” she says quietly.
Someone special?
I start to pull back. “Babe—” That’s sweet as fuck, but that ain’t me.
“No!” She locks her feet around the back of my thighs. “Please. I want it to be you.”
The realization that she’s untouched—pure—never been fucked by another man suddenly detonates something primal inside me. My baser instincts are screaming to claim her as my own so another man can never have this piece of her.
I search her eyes, and I don’t see any doubt staring back at me.
MINE.
The realization shakes me to my foundation, but I don’t care. Only one thing matters. I have to mark her, claim her.
