“You’re going to have me right now,” I assure her, kissing her hard, moaning as her fingers fist in my hair, claiming me the way I claimed her by the lake. We kiss hard and deep, our teeth bumping together beneath the skin as our tongues stroke and spar.
“Better than cookies,” she says, nipping at my bottom lip.
I return the favor, my cock swelling thicker behind my fly as her thighs squeeze tighter around me. “And wine,” I agree. “Can I take you to bed, Wendy Ann McGuire, and show you what a fan I am of every single inch of you?”
Her hands leave my hair, stroking over my shoulders as she pulls back far enough for her gaze to lock with mine. “Yes,” she says, the hunger in her voice making my fingers dig deeper into the soft swells of her ass. “Our safe word is dark matter.”
“Perfect,” I murmur against her lips as she kisses me again.
And she is perfect.
The way she clings to me as I lay her down on my bed and lengthen myself over her gorgeous body, the way she sighs and shivers as I unzip her dress, the way she blushes once she’s wearing nothing but panties, gazing up at me with fascination as I unbutton my shirt…she’s a dream come to life.
A dream I wish I could keep dreaming for a hell of a lot longer than one or two nights…
Chapter 3
Wendy Ann
This is happening.
It’s really happening, and God, I want it to keep happening.
The way he squeezes my backside as he kisses me, the way his tongue curls around my nipple, sending shock waves of hunger coursing across every inch of my skin…he makes me want him like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone before.
But the way he kisses me is also the sweetest, sexiest, most honest kiss I’ve ever experienced. And the way he checks in with me every few minutes to make sure I’m still on-board with what we’re doing goes straight to my heart. This man is a truly good man, and as such, he deserves the same goodness and honesty from me.
So, even though I want to let his hand continue its journey down the front of my panties without saying a word, I force myself to whisper, “Dark matter.”
To his further credit, he pulls his hand away and lifts it into the air almost instantly. “Too much?”
I shake my head, my entire body protesting the fact that he isn’t touching me anymore. “No, it’s just that… There’s something I should tell you before this goes any further.”
His breath rushes out as he nods. “Sure. Of course. What’s on your mind?”
“I…” I bite my bottom lip, feeling ridiculous, but if he’s really the man I think he is, he won’t judge me for being the oldest virgin in Minnesota. “I’ve never had sex before.”
He blinks. “What?”
“I’ve never had sex before.’
He blinks again. “You mean on the first date?”
“No, I mean ever,” my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’ve had boyfriends and made out with those boyfriends, but our clothes never came off and I never…” I clear my throat, wincing at the stunned expression on his face. “I know. It’s weird. I’m weird.”
“You’re not, I just…” He shakes his head. “I just… I can’t…” He swallows with obvious effort. “You’re so fucking sexy, Wendy Ann. And once we started kissing, you seemed so comfortable, I never would have guessed.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Really? I’m not doing it all wrong?”
His eyes widen. “No. Hell, no. You’re…” His gaze skims down to my bare breasts and back up again. “You’re amazing, and I want to keep touching you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”
“Then touch me,” I say, reaching for his hand and guiding it back to the top of my panties.
“I want to, believe me, but…I think we should wait,” he says, even as his fingers slip beneath my waistband, making my breath come faster. “That way you can take some time, think it over without all the hormones clouding your thoughts. And if you still want me to be your first tomorrow night…”
“Then you’ll ravage me properly?” I ask, arching into his touch with a moan as he slips a finger inside me. “Oh God, Connor, that feels so good.”
“So good,” he agrees, gliding in and out, stretching my inner walls in a way that makes me ache for him even more.