Page 37 of About That Pact

“Took you long enough,” was all he said.

She stomped her foot. “You’re acting like we had a million opportunities to be alone.”

“I would have made one if you asked.”

“Maybe I wasn’t sure I wanted it to be you.”

His emerald eyes darkened. “It was always going to be me.”

In an odd way, she was glad he felt the same way about it. Losing her virginity was meant to happen with Rafe, just like she’d imagined. She stepped into his tent and zipped it up, then threw her book next to a pile of his stuff and sat down.

“So, how do we do this?” she asked. “Do I just get naked?”

Rafe shook his head no and patted the space next to him.

Okay, so she had to get closer. Sex didn’t happen if there was a good two feet of space between them, she knew that much. She crawled over to him.

“Don’t overthink it,” he husked. He wrapped his arms around her, and she tentatively rested her head on his shoulder.

“In the history of people losing their virginity, I am sure they all overthought it,” Charlotte tried to sound nonchalant, like it was totally normal for her to be cuddling with Rafe.

He rolled them so he was hovering over of her. “From here on out, we are not thinking about other people.”

“But what if—”

His lips crashed down on hers, not sweet and gentle like she anticipated. This kiss was much different from the first one she’d experienced with him. This had something else to it. He kissed her desperately, possessively, like his life depended on it. His teeth nipped her lips, claiming her, like she was a prize he just won. His kiss took her breathe away.

“There are no what ifs,” he told her as he sat up and pulled her shirt off. His eyes gleamed with desire as they swept over her body. “It’s only you and me.”

Yanking his shirt off, he went back to kissing her.

It could have been for minutes or hours, she was so caught up in his lips on her, it was like time didn’t exist. The rest of their clothes came off, but not at a hurried pace. Every move felt natural. The way he touched her was like she was a gift to him. It was better than she’d imagined.

His hand moved down her rib cage and over her stomach until his fingers caressed the wetness between her legs. He stroked her above her underwear, back and forth, making her squirm.

“Please,” Charlotte urged, breathless. “I’m ready.”

He kissed her while slipping his finger inside her. “I want you to be comfortable.”

She was past comfortable. The need she had for more from him was something she had never experienced before. She didn’t want to wait any longer. “Rafe, please. I want you. I’m ready.”

He cursed, then she heard foil rip. His voice was low. “At any time, you want to stop, tell me. I want this to be everything you want.”

They were kissing again with a hunger she didn’t know existed. Rafe was better than all the dreams she had of him. His thumb rubbed the sensitive spot between her legs, making her shake because it felt so good. Eventually, he took his finger away and rested his hands on either side of her head.

The way he looked at her, it made her feel like she mattered. Like there was nowhere else he would rather be. Like she was his. He pushed into her, and she stilled at the fullness. She moved her hips in effort to get comfortable. He pulled out, then slowly thrust back in. One more time, and then he passed her barrier, making her wince at the immediate pain.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered, his mouth next to her ear.

“Never,” she responded.

“Thank fuck,” he said before kissing her shoulder.

He pushed slowly inside her again, making his movements tender so she could adjust to his size. His hand found her center, and he rubbed her sensitive spot. Her skin was tingling as she grabbed hold of the sleeping bag. It was absolutely glorious.

Rafe bit her neck, and she got goosebumps everywhere. It was like her body was on sensation overload. The way he touched her was like he knew her body and needs better than she did.

He continued to glide his thumb over her while picking up his pace. Every moment of losing her virginity felt intense. More so, because she gave herself to Rafe. It was better than she ever imagined.