“That’s not what I meant. I think you can tell how into this I am,” he says with a grin as he shifts under me. “I don’t want you to get off me. I don’t want to stop kissing you. But we need some boundaries, because I might go too far. All I want to do right now is pick you up and take you to bed and …” He hesitates, teeth running along his lower lip. “Have you had sex before?”
“A couple of times.” It’s all I can choke out. I’m an idiot. Of course he’s realized how inexperienced I am. I don’t want to be that girl with him.
“Hey, hey,” he says, stroking my hair back where it’s fallen over us. “It’s nothing to feel awkward about. I just don’t want to ruin how nice that was, or make you uncomfortable,” he adds.
He doesn’t know the half of it.
I bury my face in his neck. “I can’t talk about sex,” I mumble into his throat. Talking about that with James would just be mortifying. His chest vibrates as he laughs. His hand comes over my hair again, smoothing it down.
“That’s fine with me. Just tell me when it’s good and if I’m going too fast.”
“Okay,” I say, groaning, and he chuckles.
His hands slide down over my ass, and he snugs me into him. “Like this?” he whispers, studying my face, which is no doubt still scarlet. “Tell me, Sadie,” he says, lifting his head and kissing a slow path down my throat. “Talk to me.”
“Feels incredible,” I gulp out.
He groans and shifts, mumbling something that sounds like awesome as he rolls me over and kisses up my jaw, finding my mouth. His lips are firm, tasting faintly of coffee, probably because he’s been downing endless cups between all his online meetings. His tongue strokes across mine and a shiver runs down my neck. For some reason, I can’t stop touching his soft hair or watching his face without his glasses, dark lashes sweeping his cheeks. He looks so vulnerable, less like a god and more like someone like me. Heat has crept along the top of his cheekbones, and when I breathe in, his chest moves against mine.
His hips flex forward for a second and … oh. I arch up as a deep groan rumbles through him. He lifts his head and licks his lips, propping himself up on one elbow, his weight settling into me as he exhales.
“Christ, Sadie. This could get out of hand very fast.”
I don’t want him to stop. I want to … I run my hands down his broad back. I want to touch him and … my hand hits the bottom edge of his T-shirt, and before I’ve even thought about what I’m doing, my fingers are underneath it. All I find is warm, smooth skin. He closes his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, and he lets out a broken laugh, nuzzling into my neck.
“I’m more than okay,” he mumbles into my throat. “But I’m very into this and I’m trying to take things slowly.”
“I’m into it, too,” I say, my voice wavering.
He shakes his head and starts to prop himself up again, but I grip the taut muscle at his waist, and he hesitates, then brushes his nose across mine.
“I want to …” My hand slides around to his lower back. I close my eyes. His skin is hot and smooth and … “I want to feel you, and …”
He growls, resting his forehead against mine, and I stroke the muscles in his back.
“Believe me,” he says, “I want my hands all over you, but …”
I latch onto the edge of his T-shirt and start dragging it up, and his eyes fix on me for a second or two, and then his hand reaches over his head and tugs it up and off. And oh! Acres of pale, firm skin are right there in front ofme. He props himself up, watching me explore as my fingers skim over his chest. This is … this is … I have no words for this.
The girl touches the boy, and he wraps his arms around her as they fly through the sky together.
He’s smiling down at me, but behind his smile is a burning heat. He’s so hard, pressing into me just where I want it. I shift against him and his eyes flutter and then close. That’s so hot.I want to watch him come.
Christ, where did that thought come from?
But then he groans, and I realize with horror that I said that out loud. My hands shoot from his back to my face, but he just flexes his hips, and then he’smoving,rubbing over me and …
Oh!
Oh.
My hands drop away as I stare up into his half smile, landing on his biceps as I clutch at him, rivers of current running down my thighs and up my body.
“Is this good?” he growls. And fucking Christ, it’s amazing. My legs widen seemingly of their own accord, and one of them wraps around his leg, and God, that’s even better—perfect, even pressure, right where I need it.
“I want to see you come, too, sexy girl,” he murmurs.
