Page 89 of Old Acquaintances

“So…we’re going to do this.” He inhaled sharply. “I’m going to have sex with you.”

My throat went dry. I nodded. “When?”

“Now.”

“Now?”

He brushed past me and hit the light switch, bathing his bedroom in darkness. Everything looked blue as my eyes adjusted. I asked, “Why did you do that?”

“Because you’ll freak out when you see my penis.”

“Why do I have to see it?” I balked. “Shouldn’t it behiddenaway somewhere? Isn’t that the point?”

Tucker came back in front of me, biting back a smile, hovering over me. “You should take your top off.”

I drew back. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Trust me,” he said. “You have to relax a little bit or it’s not going to feel good.”

“I don’t need it to feel good, I just need it to be over with.”

“You expect me to just stick it in?”

“If that’s the definition of de-virginizing me, then yes!”

He dipped his head toward me. “If you’re doing this withme, it’s going to feel good. Besides, no one likes a dry slip-and-slide. Nothing will happen if you don’t relax.” He pulled his shirtoff.

I might have made some kind of sound at the sight of his strong, warm bare chest because he smiled. I’d watched him peel his shirt off a million times. I’d woken up in a twin bed to the sight of him in nothing but tented boxers. I knew what his upper body looked like, but to have it presented in this context, a feast god knows how many girls have enjoyed, made me a little excited.

His hands went to the hem of my sweatshirt. “I’m going to take this off.”

“I’ll be cold,” I whispered.

“Not for long.” He peeled it over my head. When I stood there in just my pink bra, he moaned. “Today you wear the bra.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

He smiled. “I’m going to kiss you, too.”

“Do you have to?” I wondered. “It’s not part of the mechanics.”

His right hand brushed my cheek. “Ihaveto, Ella. I really, really have to. If this is going to happen, please let me kiss you.” He focused on my mouth and said, “If you ever want me to stop any of it, at any point, just tell me and I will stop. Okay? Just saystopand it’ll stop.”

“Okay,” I whimpered.

“Okay?”

I nodded.

With that confirmation, Tucker took my face in his hands and pulled my mouth to his. I thought he would start slow and soft, but he devoured it. His tongue lashed against mine, and I gasped and moaned, needing it, my head feeling light. While he kissed me, he reached back and unhooked my bra. It fell to the floor and my cold skin prickled a moment before his hot hand covered one breast. He ran fingers over my taut nipple, kissing down the side of my neck. When his tongue licked my chest,I knew what he meant about needing to feel good. Moisture surged in my core.

He whispered, “You trust me, right?”

I couldn’t think straight, but I knew the answer. As he continued to kiss every part of my chest and neck and face, his hands pulled my leggings down. “Step out of them,” he ordered. I was distracted, but I did whatever he said. His hand ran down the wet part of my underwear. His finger dipped inside, and my breath hitched. I grabbed his shoulder.

“Trust me,” he murmured in my ear.

While I stood in his bedroom, completely in his hands, Tucker groaned, “God you’re perfect.”

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