“Such a good Boy Scout,” Fiona teased, her apprehension gone.
“Hardly. There isn’t much good about me.”
Fiona frowned, tired of his negativity toward himself. “I wish you wouldn’t put yourself down like that. I love you the way you are. I think you are one of the best men I know.”
“One of how many?” he joked. She knew he was trying to change the subject. She wanted to press more but knew now wasn’t the time. He would eventually realize he was a good man and deserving of love. He just needed to realize it on his own.
“In the top hundred.”
Vincefrowned. “Hundred?”
“Somewhere in there.”
“Not even top ten?”
“Well.” She stretched out the word like she had to think about it.
Vincejumped on the bed, making her squeak, and started tickling her. “Stop,” she giggled, trying to roll away from his devilish fingers, but he wouldn’t allow her to escape.
“Tell me I’m in the top ten and I’ll stop.”
“Top fifty,” she ceded.
“We can do better than that.”Vincerolled on top of her, his cock brushing against her core. Fiona froze as her core clenched in want.Vincefelt the change as well because he did it again. Rubbing against her opening. “Tell me.”
“Top three,” she whispered, all teasing gone.
Vincelowered himself over her, rubbing his nose against hers. “You’re my number one.”
Fiona closed her eyes, savoring his words. It was more precious to her than anything in the world. “You’re my number one, too.” Grabbing both sides of his head, Fiona pulledVincedown to her lips.Vincegroaned against her mouth, lowering himself down so they rested chest to chest. His hips flexed, stroking against her insistently.
“I need to get the condom on now before I forget.”
Fiona didn’t mind going without, but it was safest. She didn’t want to risk having kids yet and looking at her family proved they were a fertile bunch. “Can I put it on?”
Vincelooked at her funny, like he had never been asked that before, but nodded. Fiona attentively watched asVincetore open the box and pulled out a condom. Fiona took it from his hands, tearing the foil wrapper off.
Sitting up, Fiona rolled it on slowly, fearing it might tear, it looked so flimsy and frail. She didn’t remember there being one from her night with bar guy. This was her do-over. To remember every detail.
As soon as it was on,Vincepulled Fiona back down to him and straddled her. Fiona opened her legs for him, cradling him. “Are you sure?”Vinceasked her, poised and ready.
“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life,” she rushed out. “Now stop stalling.”
Vincedidn’t waste another second. One moment she was empty and the next she felt him slide in. There was no pain, only fullness. A momentary regret hit her, wishing she had saved herself for Vincent, but she was glad she had eliminated the virgin pain and blood part. Now she could just focus on the pleasure and feeling him slide inside her.
Fiona gripped his back, her nails digging into his skin for purchase as he pulled back out, then forward.Vincelowered his head to hers as he moved within her. His chest hair tickling her breasts as he moved. There wasn’t an inch of her that didn’t feel him.
Their pace was slow and steady, allowing her time to adjust. She didn’t need time. She wanted to feel all of him. She wanted to be claimed by him. To feel him for days to come. Sweet and gentle was nice but she wanted more.
Digging her heels into his ass, she tried pulling him in deeper and faster, butVincewasn’t getting the hint. “More,” she begged.
“I’m not ready for this moment to end,” he said.
Fiona wasn’t either but she wanted more, and he wasn’t giving it to her. “I love you so much,Vince. I love the feel of you inside me; it’s better than I could ever have imagined.”
Vincegroaned, his hips pistoning faster.
Yes, this was better but still not enough.
