Page 39 of Take What You Want

“Got it,” she whispers, but there’s still a hint of shyness coating her face. Not fair that she’s the only one without a shirt on, so I wrench my own over my head. Cool air kisses my skin as Jane gives me an appreciative once-over. Fire trails in the wake of the path her eyes take over my abs and chest, then up to my broad shoulders and biceps.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes,” she says, unashamed of admitting it.

“Good.” I step closer, grabbing her waist and pulling her body flush to mine. “Glad we can both enjoy our view.”

I spin us and nudge her onto my bed. She lies down, swallowing heavily, as she watches me, waiting on my next move.

Fuck, to have her hand over her trust to me like this is something I’m not going to take for granted. The idea of being Jane’s first shouldn’t set my blood on fire the way it does. She should save this for someone else. Give it to someone worthy of her.

But at least I know I’ll treat her right. The thought of someone else’s hands on her and not treasuring her the way she should be has me throwing every single piece of caution to wind. It’s not like I ever really was cautious to begin with.

I know I shouldn’t want this. But I do.

At least for tonight.

I pop the button of her jeans open and slowly slide the zipper down. Her chest heaves but she doesn’t stop me. I make quick work of getting them off, before I slip off my own sweatpants, leaving us both in just our underwear.

I crawl over her, kissing her again. She’s bolder now, fighting me for dominance and threading her fingers in my hair. I smile against her, loving this side so much more than the timidness that is usually so unlike her.

My cock aches against my briefs, but I push the burning need to relieve the ache aside. This is about her and I’m going to make sure I do it right.

Pulling out of her grip, I slide down her body until I’m kneeling in front of the bed and pulling her closer to the edge.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, trying to stop my descent. “No, you don’t?—”

“I need to get you ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care.” Her face is flushed and her eyes shine with so much apprehension that I pause.

I rub gentle circles over her knees. “We don’t have to. We can stop if you want.”

“No, I want this.”

“Then—”

“But can’t we just, uh, get into things?”

I suppress a smile. “I was just about to get into things.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not that. I just…you don’t need to.”

“I know I don’tneedto, LJ. I want to.” I hook my thumbs in her panties and pull them off her long legs and toss them over my shoulder. She tries to lock her thick thighs together, but I shoulder them apart.

“Just trust me, alright?”

She bites her lip but whispers, “Alright.”

With my right hand, I grab hers and give it a gentle squeeze. She interlocks our fingers and brings our hands together to rest on her stomach. With one last look at her face, I dive in.

She writhes beneath me as I prepare her to take me. The sounds that escape her lips are the closest things I’ve heard to a heavenly melody and I never want them to stop.

Once she’s relaxing into things and rolling her hips against my face, I know she’s ready for more. I reluctantly pull back and quickly sheathe myself in a condom from my nightstand before I guide her higher up on my bed and crawl on top.

She stares at my cock with wide eyes and I twitch at the fire and apprehension there.

“I’m going to fit, you’ll see.”

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