I shove down my sweats. Her breath catches. She doesn’t look away.
I brace one hand by her head and use my free hand to hike her hip around my waist, then reach down to stroke my cock. My eyes are on hers, filled with heat, as I line myself with her entrance.
She reaches for my shoulders and pulls me toward her.
I slide into her warmth, feeling the resistance of her flesh as I push a bit deeper. I feel Sylvie tense, but she wraps her arms around my neck and lifts her hips. I thrust a few more times, finally sinking fully into her wet heat.
She cries out, her pussy clenching hard around me, pulsing and milking my cock tighter than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
And two things occur to me at once.
So lost in my need that it didn’t occur to me to use protection when I’m having sex with a stranger. And the second and most important of all is the fact that I didn’t think to ask if she’s ever had sex before. Judging from her pained expression and the thin veil of innocence I just tore through, my guess is no.
Christ above. What have I done?
Chapter Five
Sylvie
I’ve spent so many years thinking about my first time—daydreaming about it, building it up—and now that it’s happened, nothing comes close to the reality of it. Heck, I spent so much time thinking about it instead of going out and experiencing it like most people my age were.
I wasn’t exactly proud of being a virgin at twenty-four, and I didn’t want to broadcast it to the world. When Wyatt’s heated gaze locked with mine, I had the opportunity to stop him or, at the very least, warn him about it, but…I didn’t.
Maybe I should have said something. A bit callous of me to go into this blind when it felt like being split in half—but Christ, I didn’t want to risk being rejected or, worse, have him treat me like something fragile. I’m twenty-four, for Christ’s sake. Whatever courage I had was spent on convincing this man to touch me in the first place.
“You’re a virgin,” he says. Those heated eyes are filled with shock and a hint of rage. I can’t tell if it’s for himself or me, though. “Why would you let me hurt you like that?”
“It doesn’t hurt.” Well, mostly. Not as much as it did when he finally thrust completely into me. No, there was no prepping for that, and I’m glad it’s over with. At least I hope it is. “It doesn’t hurt, I promise… No, no!” I cry out, grabbing his arms when he starts to pull out of me. “Don’t. Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, a pained expression on his face. “Fucking hell, Sylvie. I’ve never been with a virgin before. Heaven knows I would have been more delicate if I’d known.”
“I’m fine,” I say, wrapping my legs around him and locking him in place. The motion sends a faint sting through the spot where we’re joined, but I don’t care. I’ve wanted this for so long—just never met anyone I wanted it desperately enough to go after.
And I want him.
“And I want this.”
Heck, I spent last night in bed alone thinking of this very scenario—with less talking, sure—and I don’t want to stop.
He looks at me like he’s trying to decide if he believes me. “Sylvie—”
“You don’t want me?” I whisper, meeting his gaze. I watch as they flash with heat.
“You know that’s not true. I want you so fucking badly it’s killing me not to move.”
“Then show me,” I say, brushing my fingers over his jaw, his beard, then to the back of his neck, drawing his face down toward mine. “I won the bet. This is my reward—what I asked for. You’re not going to back down now, are you?”
“Damn it, you just know the buttons to press,” he growls against my lips, but I feel the tension in his arms ease as helowers his mouth back to mine. I suppose this is not the right time to tell him that I’ve never been kissed before, either.
His kiss is soft and less demanding than our first. His mouth moves over mine gently as those long, calloused fingers touch the back of my knee in a featherlike caress that sends pleasure shooting through my belly. That hand moves up my hip, over my side, and cups my breast. I whimper against his mouth when he catches my nipple between his knuckles and tugs gently.
Pleasure floods through me as his mouth strokes mine, his hands touching me like I’m something precious. Those soft touches light as much as his impatient ones did before. I whine when he stays still, refusing to move and ease the ache building inside of me.
“Wyatt,” I whimper, rolling my hips restlessly against him, trying to urge him into moving. He doesn’t, kissing me unhurriedly instead. I can feel him pulsing inside of me. I claw at his shoulders, begging him to put out the fire he’s fanning inside of me, but he waits, his hand teasing my nipples as his mouth moves over my skin like hot iron, leaving every place it touches burning. “Wyatt—”
“What have you done to me,” he rasps, dropping his mouth to my throat and dragging his beard over my sensitive skin. “Can you feel how hard you make me? How close I am to losing control?”
“Yes,” I gasp, dragging my nails down his back and pulling him to me, but he’s like a boulder. Christ, what about what he does to me. I ache with the need to come. “Wyatt… please. Please.Please.”
