I snorted out a laugh. “I’m just trying to get into your panties, Hope. Can’t you see when you’re being played?”
It was a lie.
A huge fucking lie.
Not that I didn’t want to get inside of her, because I did. She was beautiful, gentle, she made me feel calm inside, but I didn’t like the way she talked about me. The way she thought I was good, just like her. I was anything but good. I had done more evil in my eighteen years than she could imagine. And despite the connection I felt to this girl, I couldn’t have her in my world. My world would chew her up and spit her out, and she deserved more than that.
The corner of her mouth tipped up in a small smile, and her fingers continued to touch the side of my face. “Liar.”
“Is that so?” I said, menace dripping from my tongue. Her pupils dilated, and she nodded and then without thinking I leaned down ready to take her mouth with mine. I froze halfway, and changed my course, and instead kissed her on the forehead. I pulled back and looked into her face, getting lost in those doe eyes again as something sparked inside my chest, igniting a wildfire within me.
The world seemed to stop, waiting with bated breath to see what would happen next. I was on a precipice, the edge of a cliff under my booted feet as I looked down at her, ready to fall in completely but holding back just in case I ruined her like I ruined everything else.
She reached up with her other hand, her fingers running over my short, dark beard, and then she leaned up and pressed her mouth against mine.
I hesitated at first, wanting to dive in with everything I had, but scared to break her. She seemed so fragile and innocent, and I knew how cruel I could be. Her lips stayed pressed against mine though, like she wasn’t letting go until she got what she wanted. Until she proved to me what kind of man she thought I really was.
Jesus, why did it matter to her?
Why did it really matter to me?
It didn’t, I decided, and with that thought I kissed her back. My kiss was hard and demanding against her soft and urgent one. My hands ran up her back, touching more of that smooth skin of hers, and fuck me, she felt like silk and innocence.
Her tongue danced over mine and her teeth nibbled on my lower lip. Virgin or not, this woman knew exactly how to kiss a man. She was hungry and desperate as her hands ran up my chest and over my shoulders, and I pulled her up and onto my lap so my rock-hard cock was pressing against her core. She groaned and kissed me harder, her tongue running along my lips as I ground myself against her, taking her thick hair in my hand and pulling gently to tip her neck up so I could shower it with kisses and bites.
She moaned as I stood, pulling her legs around my waist so I could get down on my knees and lower her to the ground beneath me, my body covering hers like a heavy cloak. She shoved her hands up my T-shirt and clawed at my chest, and it was my time to groan.
“Harder,” I begged, and she did, dragging her sharp nails into my skin and making my cock ready to explode in my jeans. I pressed my mouth to hers again, my tongue sliding in against hers and moving over it as she panted against my lips and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer to her center. To where I knew that, virgin or not, she had to be aching for me to fill her.
I pulled her top down, revealing her pert breasts, and I pulled her bra out of the way to flick my tongue across her nipple until she moaned out my name. I bit down gently at first, but increasing the pressure as I continued to grind my hips against her, stoking the fire between us more and more. Wasn’t quite sure what had come over her, or me, but I knew exactly where I wanted this to end.
I moved a hand to my belt because I wanted inside of her right the fuck then, before I came in my jeans, and I felt her hands move in between us to hitch up her skirt around her waist. My belt buckle jangled noisily, echoing around the dank garage, and I sat up on my heels and looked down at her as I unzipped myself.
The sliver of moonlight shone on her face, showing pink flushed cheeks and wide dark eyes. My gaze moved lower and I ran a rough hand across her smooth, flat stomach and down to her white panties, which were soaked in eagerness for me.
Fuck. Me.
One hand rested on my zipper and the other on her, and Jesus, she was everything I loved about a woman and more. Smooth milky skin, long flowing hair and full lips waiting for me to kiss. She was innocent and erotic, laying there with her skirt around her waist and her chest heaving. She was perfection.
I looked around us at the dirty ground and the musty boxes stacked high and then I looked back to her, so fucking eager for me. She’d held on to her virginity for all these years, waiting for God knows, or who knows what. Probably had some dream about silk sheets, and love story endings, when those things didn’t exist in my world.
“Dillon?” she said my name hesitantly, reaching for my hand and pulling it to her panties.
She was hot and wet beneath my hand, her body ripe, willing and fucking perfect. And maybe that was the problem. She was everything I wasn’t, and more.
I shook my head, and I knew I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take this woman’s virginity in a dirty place like this. For some reason it mattered to me. It was important. If I was going to fuck her, then it would be in the right place at the right time. Not when she was half drunk and lying on an oily floor in the middle of a trashy biker party. She deserved more.
I took a deep breath and let go of her and started to buckle my jeans back up. Her eyes went wide.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her voice on the brink of tears. “Dillon…please.”
“Fuck no, you didn’t do anything wrong,” I reassured her.
“Then what?”
“You deserve better than this,” I said, pushing her skirt back down her tanned thighs, even as my hard-on screamed for release at the feel of her soft skin under my palm. Took every ounce of me to do the right thing by her and not just flip her over and take what I wanted. But I did it, despite my hand lingering over her body and my mind raging a war inside my head.
She let out a laugh, and then as I thought maybe she was losing her fucking mind or I had made a big mistake and she wasn’t as innocent as she made out, she began to cry. “Jesus, I can’t even give it away now. what is wrong with me?”
