And he does.
4
CHRIS
I’m goingto be her first.
I’m going to claim her.
My hand is in her hair, my tongue is in her mouth, and I can feel the whole of her soft body against mine. The tender plumpness of her eighteen-year-old tits against my chest, the way her hips are angled forward, begging me to teach her.
She’s making a sound with her throat. It’s not quite a moan but almost like a helpless baby bird that reveals her want. Her need.
And that makes two of us.
I break the kiss and look at her. Just stare at her beauty. Her sundress is slightly wrinkled. Her hair is messy from the wind at the pier. She looks like she belongs in a sunny art studio surrounded by her photographs, not anywhere near a criminal like me.
And yet she’s here. With me.
Her lips are swollen from mine, her eyes are shining, and she’s breathing with short, shallow gasps that make her breasts rise and fall against mine.
Her fingers drift to the strap of her dress to adjust it, causing the neckline to drop an inch lower, exposing even more of the plump swell of her young breasts. My cock stirs behind my zipper, hardening even more.
She has no idea what she’s doing. What effect she has on me.
She doesn’t know that the slight fidget with her hand sent all my blood rushing south. She has no idea that the flush on her chest is broadcasting her arousal that hides behind such an innocent face.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m overtaken with desire, but I’m also terrified.
Not of her. Not of what’s about to happen.
I’ve had plenty of sex, but it was functional and uncomplicated with women whose names I don’t remember. Nothing that left a mark on my heart.
It won’t be like that with Avery. It will be different.
If I take her, it will expand what I’ve already let form within me.
A weakness. Something I will not be able to walk away from.
I need to stop. There’s no room in my life for a perfect woman like this.
“I don’t do this,” I tell her. She pauses, her hands warm against my chest.
“Do what?”
I don’t even know how to answer her—how to find the words for what’s happening to me. After all, it’s never happened before.
“Let anyone matter.”
She looks at me like she’s almost sad for me. But at the same time, she looks pleased. She wants me to be her first. And she knows that in a different way, she’ll be mine.
Her brown eyes hold nothing back. They’re warm and open offering trust, access. And beyond that, something much bigger. A chance at a life that I’ve never known.
“Do…Imatter?” she whispers, like she’s afraid of my answer. And that’s when the last bit of my control fails.
I walk her backward, my mouth enveloping hers. She stumbles over herself, but I catch her with one hand, keeping her upright, my tongue deep and hungry in her mouth.
Down the hallway, past the bathroom, and into the bedroom where the sun is pouring through the window, turning everything amber and gold.
