I froze.
“Will you spend the night with me, in my bed?”
“Sweetheart, you’re playin’ with fire.” This woman was after my own heart.
Pulling me down for another kiss, she whispered, “But what if I’m not playing? What if I want my first time to be with someone I really care about?”
She was tellin’ me everything I wanted to hear, and my mind was drinking it all in.
“You sure?” I asked, my voice husky even to my own ears.
Her eyes lifted to mine and I saw how much she wanted me, needed me. And that was all I really need to know.
“Yes. Of course, I’m sure. Making love to you falls into the category of a no-brainer.”
The only parts of what she said that registered in my mind were yes and that she called sex with me making love. The moment the words came out of her mouth, a whole new world opened up for me, one where being together might include not only desire but also feelings of love. It was more than I dared to hope for. But now that the thought was firmly entrenched in my mind, I wanted it more than anything else in the entire fuckin’ world.
Something fierce and possessive rose up in my mind. And a little voice in the back of my mind told me to claim her andmake it good for her, so she would always associate my touch with pleasure and strength. In my affection-starved brain, this all sounded good, so I went with it.
My hand slid up and into her hair. Having a fistful of her hair felt like fine silk threads rubbing against my skin. I pulled her closer, tipping her head back and took her lips. My other hand stayed firmly anchored to her hip to keep her from squirming all over my hard cock.
When her lips parted against mine, I slid my tongue into her mouth, eager to get a taste of her. She was so fuckin’ warm and sweet. She made a soft sound of pleasure, low in her throat, and it went straight to my cock.
I’d been hung up on her and daydreaming about what it would be like to have her in my arms, fantasizing about her wanting me back. And here we were, sharing the same breath with her clutching onto me, practically begging for more of what only I could give. She wanted me. Trusted me. And that was heady stuff for a guy who’d mostly known only one-night stands and club girls.
I broke the kiss long enough to look at her.
“You like what I have to give?” I asked, needing to hear her say it out loud.
Her fingers slipped beneath my cut and curled into the front of my shirt. “Yes, I more than like it. I don’t want anyone but you, Fuse.”
Hearing my name, twisted something in my mind, making me think she was giving herself to me for more than one night.
I kissed her again, taking my time and paying close attention to what she liked. I let my lips slide down to her neck and she moved her head to give me better access. I let my tongue come out to slide down her neck and then blew across the wetskin, making her squirm and groan with need. Truth be told, I liked the pretty sounds she made when I pleasured her.
I stood, taking her with me, and carried her towards the bed.
She gasped and wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her. I sat her down on the mattress. For a second, I just stood there between her knees, looking down at her. Then I tipped her chin up to look into her eyes.
“Do you want to get naked for me, or do you want me to unwrap you like the perfect gift you are?”
“I want to be your gift,” she replied in a breathless voice.
I took my time, lifting her shirt over her head, taking her jeans off along with her panties, and finally removing her bra. My heart leapt in my chest because the sight of her loveliness made me ache with want.
When she lay back and looked up at me, her hair was spread around her head, making her look almost angelic. Her chest rose as she watched me remove my clothing one piece at a time. I always took my cut off first, folded it, and laid it aside. No brother was quite stupid enough to disrespect his own cut, me least of all. I’d worked too hard to earn it.
When I pulled off my shirt and threw it aside, her eyes flew open. I flexed my muscles and was gratified by how she propped herself up onto one elbow to get a better look as I opened my pants with one hand. I kicked off my boots before shoving my pants and underwear down.
My eager cock wasn’t doing me any favors tonight by being so big and bold in front of my pretty virgin. But I knew just what to do to make taking my cock not only possible but pleasurable for her.
To her credit, Winter didn’t look scared or even apprehensive. Instead, she reached up and slid her hands alongmy hips as she gazed at what I considered my best quality. It took me a second to realize she was pulling me down to her.
She’d told me she wanted me, and now she was showing me. That was good enough for me. I came down on top of her, bracing myself on my arms to keep my weight off her smaller form. I kissed her again, like I meant it this time.
Her legs came out to wrap around me as we kissed, and I teased her nipples with my tongue. Her opening so effortlessly for me felt amazing, like she was as eager for me as I was for her. When her nails scraped gently down my back, my cock leaked precum onto her stomach. She didn’t care. She reached down with both hands to stroke my cock. The heat between us was building fast.
I brushed my thumb along her cheek to get her to look up. “You with me?”
