What if one of us had died today?
The thought has been bothering me all day. I’ve always played it safe—never stepping out of my comfort zone. I’ve never allowed a guy to make love to me, let alone kiss me. As sad as it sounds, Riker was the first guy to ever kiss my lips.
I’m a 25-year-old virgin who’s never really been kissed. What if one of us had died today without experiencing the other’s touch?
I might have only met Riker yesterday, but I know that he’s a loving, caring guy. I can tell by the way he treats me that it’s not an act, it’s genuine.
The safe house is stocked with plenty of food to last us for days if not weeks. Along with an array of clothing in all sizes for males and females, we could, by all accounts, spend weeks here waiting for the all clear.
I glance down at the oversized t-shirt I put on after taking a long shower to wash away another stressful day, wondering what our future holds after my stalker is caught, and I don’t like the idea of leaving here without knowing where our attraction would have led if we had acted on it.
“I hope you’re hungry for grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup,” Riker says from the kitchen that opens up into the living room.
With my mind made up, I stand and walk toward Riker. “No. I’m not hungry for grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.”
A look of confusion crosses Riker’s face. “I can make whatever you want as long as you tell me what you’re hungry for.”
“You. I’m hungry for you.” I lift the t-shirt over my head, revealing my naked body to Riker, since I didn’t bother putting on a bra or panties when I got out of the shower.
“Ash.” His voice sounds like a man dying of thirst, and I’m the nearest drink of water.
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll put my shirt back on.” I stand in front of him, waiting for an answer. His eyes devour my body inch by delicious inch, making me feel sexy and powerful, and I glide my hands over my breasts and down my stomach until they are hovering above my soaked pussy. His eyes track my movements like a wild animal hunting its prey.
“Hell, yes, I want this.” He cups my chin with his fingers and kisses my lips. His palm brushes my cheek as he deepens the kiss, turning it into something more—something intense and hungry.
The next thing I know, he’s lifting me into his arms, my arms wrapping around his neck and my legs around his waist as he settles me over his still-covered, hard length, his fingers digging into my ass and pressing me firmly against him. He carries me into the bedroom, gently lying me on the bed before stepping back and quickly shedding his clothes—the ones he changed intowhen we first arrived at the safe house, not the leather pants I’ve been fantasizing about.
“You’re so beautiful, Ash.” His eyes scan my body as he strokes himself. It’s incredibly erotic to watch him touch himself; I almost don’t want him to stop—almost.
Gathering my courage, I roll onto my side and slide off the bed so I’m kneeling in front of him. My unsteady hands reach out to him, replacing his large hand with my two smaller ones. “I want to taste you.” I stick my tongue out and swirl it over the tip, making his body shudder.
“I have a confession to make. I’ve never done this before.” He groans.
His words cut through my lust-filled mind, but I’m still confused about what he’s telling me. “You’ve never gotten a blow job?” I can’t wrap my head around the idea that no one ever wanted to go down on this man during sex. Sure, it’s huge, but it’s such a power trip to have him at my mercy.
“No, and I’ve never had sex before. You’re actually the first woman I’ve ever kissed.” I blink up at him, waiting for him to tell me he’s just joking, but the vulnerable look in his eyes shows me he’s not kidding.
Pushing myself into a standing position, I rise on my tiptoes and softly kiss his lips, while my hands run up and down his body. “I’ve never done any of this before either—I’m a virgin, too. You’re actually my first kiss.”
“Your first and last everything.” His lips crash down on mine in a possessive kiss. He wraps his arms around me, cushioning the fall as we collapse onto the bed. With one hand, he grips both of my wrists, lifts them over my head, and pins them to the mattress.
“But I wasn’t done touching you.” I stick my bottom lip out in a pout only to have him lean down and suck that lip into his mouth.
“You’ll get your chance, later—much later. Right now, I need to taste you.” His lips trace a path down my neck, pausing to roll each of my nipples into his mouth, making my back arch like a cat's, urging him to take more of me into his mouth. “Greedy girl.” He pops my nipple out of his mouth, kissing a path down my stomach. “Beautiful.” He whispers against my clit, his words vibrating through my whole body. I don’t have time to process the feeling before his tongue is licking at the hard little bud. The feel of his tongue on me is so much better than my fingers.
“Riker.” I moan, pushing my hips against his face.
“If you like that, you’re going to love this.” He lets go of my wrists and brings both of his hands to my thighs, gripping them as he opens me wider. He settles his broad shoulders between my legs and starts licking me harder and faster. Suddenly, his finger slips inside my soaked pussy, making me squirm even more. “I knew you’d like that.” His warm breath caresses my thighs before going back to licking me.
“How, if you’re a virgin?” I manage to ask, holding on just enough to stay grounded.
He stops mid-lick. “I read your book—maybe I should be asking you that question?” his mouth hovers over me, teasing me until I answer his question.
“Porn. Internet porn.” I confess as his tongue makes contact with my clit again in reward.
“Good girl.” He groans into my wet core, his tongue picking up speed as he inserts a second finger inside me.
The pressure nearly becomes unbearable—my body feels like it’s going to burst, causing me to shout his name when it finally happens. “Riker.”
