Zings of anticipation traveled through her. She mewled, unsure if she wanted to enjoy every second with him or if she preferred for time to fast forward so she’d have experienced his hands, lips, and cock on every part of her already.
“You want it, too, don’t you, my dirty virgin?” He nudged her thighs apart, and a wave of heat whispered over her sex.
“Yes.”
He continued to stroke her thighs, sliding his hands down the back of her knees, where he made invisible patterns in an enticing circular motion. She bucked toward him, his caress sending her blood into a low simmer. “Look at me.”
She bit her lower lip, a rush of embarrassment filling her. She swallowed hard and kept her gaze on him, basking in the sight of that wonderful naked man massaging her calves, then lowering his attention to her feet.
He didn’t waver, his eyes intently on hers, and removed the high heels from one foot, then the other.
She wriggled her toes, excited. “What’s the deal with feet and shoes?”
He began kneading the arches of her feet, massaging them. God. His hands were so strong, vigorous, warm. She moaned, impossible to resist. “Your feet take you everywhere. I like to pay tribute to them…because they’ve brought you to me,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.
They’ve brought you to me. God. What the hell? A dizzying spell swirled around her, his statement loosening her bones. Maybe he sensed the tenderness of his own words because he frowned for a moment and looked away from her. She sucked in a breath. Say something, stupid. Say something. “Well, I’m here. What are you going to do?” she said, lowering her tone to make it more seductive, hoping it’d work.
He faced her again, a slow, dangerously sexy smile forming on his lips. Her arousal coated her folds and dripped to her thighs. Lord have mercy. Without breaking the stare, he took one of her toes into his mouth.
The tension caused her to bite her inner cheek. At first, the new sensation of being inside his mouth almost tickled her, but soon, as he nipped her toe, sucking it, razors of pleasure begin to build in her core. Continuing to massage her ankles, he teased her toes, shooting a crazy, red-hot need all the way up her sex.
A strong pulse claimed her clit, and moans escaped her lips. If he didn’t take her soon, she’d burn. Or die. Possibly both. “Come inside me, Theo.”
She watched a lump bob up and down his throat. Gently, he let go of her feet, placing them on the mattress. If it were up to him, maybe he’d want to extend foreplay, but she was more than ready for the moment she’d never be able to take back.
He positioned himself in between her legs and kissed the corner of her mouth, just enough to make her want more. “Amaya.”
“I need you.” She squeezed his shoulder blades, bringing him closer. Her heart flipped in her chest, in a blend of excitement and nervousness.
She wrapped her legs around him, bucking toward him, determined to make her message clear. He glanced at her with a hooded expression, maybe processing her response, but didn’t retreat. He propped himself on top of her and lowered his hand to rub the thick head of his cock onto her sex.
A current of lust zoomed up her body, so powerful it constricted her lungs for a moment, robbing her of oxygen.
“Relax, my love,” he said in a soft voice, and though he was just being nice, a silly part of her clung to the endearment. She needed it, needed to believe they shared a connection deeper than just sex—she’d deal with her reality and their limitations later, but now, fuck, she wanted to believe they belonged together.
She loosened her shoulders, her arms, and managed to flex her legs. He waited, then continued the sweet torment, inching more of himself into her, slowly but surely. He planted a kiss on her shoulder, the caress warming her flesh, distracting her. Then he inserted more of his rod, and she hissed.
A quick, sharp ache stung through her. Cold sweat sheened her limbs, and she blinked, willing herself to relax. Even though he took his time, the invasion hurt her, and her walls tingled in a different way than before. She let out a whimpering sound.
“Amaya,” he said, moving off of her. The contours of his face hardened, his eyes darkening with concern and regret. “I hurt you.” He sat on the bed and stretched out his hand. His palm felt cool and clammy like never before.
She crossed her legs one over the other, still recovering from the achy sensation in her most intimate spot. Rubbing her eyes, she inhaled. Holy crap. “I’ve ruined this,” she said out loud. Clearly, she must have made some pretty awful expression, otherwise he wouldn’t have stopped altogether.
She reached for him, but he withdrew, lifting his palm in denial. “I’m sorry.”
When he looked at her, the sadness in his eyes shot through her soul and gave her a different kind of pain. What had happened to him? “It’s my fault. You weren’t ready.”
“I was ready and I am.” She ignored his cue and touched his arm, clasping it, making him look her square in the eye. “I want you inside me, Theo. I’ve heard that it hurts anyway when you have sex for the first time. So why is this so different? I’ll get over it after the initial ache.”
He ran his fingers down his face, then shook his head, studying her closely. “Maybe I wasn’t ready. Don’t get me wrong, I want you more than anything, sweet Amaya. But the other time I bedded a virgin, I hurt her, and when I was coming inside you, I saw her face.”
Her heart leaped to her throat, where a tight knot formed, pulsing quickly. Was he still in love with a woman from his past? A woman he couldn’t have? She pulled up the sheet, covering her body in a silly self-preservation move. “Tell me about her,” she demanded, emotion carrying her voice. Jealousy moved through her, making her feel ashamed and wrong.
Smiling, he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, his touch so tender, she sighed. “I will. Just not right now. We will have sex.”
She shrugged, unable to hide her disappointment. “Just not right now?”
“No. I want to be focused one hundred percent on you when it happens. That’s what you deserve.”
