Page 74 of Mistaken Intention

I stare at her, struggling to understand how she’s never had sex when she looks like she does. It doesn’t make sense… but I can tell she’s not lying. This isn’t an excuse. It’s for real, and she’s embarrassed about it… and that means I need to do something. I’m done chasing around. Now I know what she tastes like, and have felt her lips on mine, I need more.

I need all of her.

“Does that matter?” I ask.

Her brow furrows. “Of course it does.”

“Why? I mean… is there any reason I can’t show you how it’s done?”

“Do you remember how?”

I smile, moving my feet either side of hers, so she can feel my arousal pressing hard against her. “I don’t need to remember. Like I said, it’s a bone-deep instinct with you. And, in any case, I’m not sure memories would serve me very well right now. This feels like a fresh start… like nothing else matters except us.” She blinks, gazing up into my face, and I bring my hands up from her waist, cupping her cheeks, her soft skin beneath my fingers, my lips poised above hers. “How can this be?” I ask, my voice drifting in a soft whisper between us.

“What?”

“How is it you’ve never had sex? I mean… you’re perfect.”

“I’m not, Drew,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m very far from perfect.”

“I beg to differ… and I still don’t understand. Have I got something wrong here? Are you a lot younger than I think you are?”

“That depends how old you think I am.”

“This hardly seems fair when I don’t even know how old I am, but I’m gonna guess at twenty-four?”

“I’m twenty-five,” she says.

“Okay… but you’re not seventeen, and unless I’m mistaken, you haven’t been living under a rock for the last few years, so…”

“It’s a long story.”

“Oh. In that case, can you tell me some other time?”

Her eyes widen slightly, her lips twitching upward at the corners. “Really? You don’t want to hear it now?” she says. “You’re usually so hungry for information.”

“I know, but today I’m hungry for you.”

I bend my head, swallowing her gasp with my kiss. The moment my tongue meets hers, it’s like she forgets her inhibitions, and rather than touching my arms, she brings her hands up and lets them rest on my chest. The sensation is like tiny fireworks setting off all over my body, every nerve ending sparking beneath the surface of my skin. I lower my right arm, putting it around her and pulling her close, my hand just above her ass as I flex my hips, making sure she can feel my aching cock. I need her to know how real this is. She moans into my mouth, soft and throaty, and I deepen the kiss, moving my right hand down slightly over the swell of her ass, kneading her firm flesh. That husky moan gets louder, and she stands up on tiptoes, bringing her hands between us, up onto my shoulders, clinging to me… again.

I suck on her bottom lip, feeling the stutter of her breath, the heave of her breasts, and I pull back, looking down into her glistening eyes. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and she’s breathing hard.

“Wh—What do we do now?” she says, gazing up at me.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

She frowns, leaning back. “We don’t? I thought you wanted me. I—I liked your need… hearing it… feeling it.”

I smile down at her, flexing my hips again. “You want more?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

I shake my head. “Give me more than that, baby.”

Her eyes widen. “You called me baby.”

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