Page 62 of Penalty Shots

My hands reach for the hem of his shirt, and he reaches for the back of it, tugging it over his head and arms in one flush motion. Then his hands are on my shirt, ripping it over my head.

He brings a hand to my cheek and bends down to kiss the side of my neck, whispering, "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable doing, Rina."

Hearing him say those words makes me melt into him even more.

Our lips meet, and after tasting each other for a few moments more, I say, "I want it all."

His rich, warm eyes look at mine with so much tenderness, and he gives me a soft nod before his hands snake behind my legs and he lifts me up. I secure myself to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and feeling the evidence of his arousal between us.

He holds me up, those hard-earned muscles working to keep me in place as we continue to devour each other.

He spins and walks me to his bed, where he softly lays me down. He brings his lips to my abdomen and leaves open-mouthed kisses all the way down to the soft fabric of my panties.

"You taste absolutely divine." His eyes meet mine, searching for permission to keep going.

I nod. My nerves are through the roof. I've never gone this far with a guy. But this feels right—for it to be him.

Even if my heart struggles not to feel like I'm betraying my friend.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he says, voice husky with need.

I reach for him and bring our lips together again. "Don't stop."

As our tongues dance, he tugs my panties down my legs and tosses them to the floor. Then he stands and unzips his pants, letting them drop to the ground.

There between us, I see the outline of his erection beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs. My mouth goes dry.

How will he fit? He'll ruin me.

I sit up so he's standing between my legs on the bed.

"You're sure?" He asks again.

"Y-yes." I meet his concerned eyes.

"Then, why do you look so scared, beautiful?"

Should I tell him? That I've never done this before? That he'd be the first guy I ever slept with?

Oh, God. What would my mother think of me if she found out I was in a boy's dorm about to do something so shameful?

"I'm just… a little nervous."

He smiles, a crooked, endearing smile. "I am, too. You make me nervous," he says. His hands come up to my shoulder and up my neck. I lean into his touch.

"But if you trust me, Rina. I'll make sure it feels amazing for you. That's all that matters to me."

"I-I trust you."

Keelan smiles and kisses my lips, then reaches into the bedside drawer and shifts the contents inside. When he doesn't find what he's looking for, he lets out a slow, "Shit."

"What's the matter?"

"I don't have any condoms."

"Oh."

"Yeah," he says, sounding defeated.

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