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I rub her so hard, fingering her slit, my dick pulsing as I imagine pushing inside of her instead. She feels so tight; it’s easy to imagine her wrapped around my shaft, gliding up and down, coaxing wave after wave of come from me.

She turns her face to the side as she goes over the edge, biting on the sheets, her body trembling all over.

“Fuck,” I moan, grabbing her pants.

She touches my wrist again. “Alex…”

“I need you,” I tell her, the truest words I’ve ever spoken. “I need your body. I need to be inside you. I need to look into your eyes and see them flood with another orgasm, but this time, with me buried deep, all the way inside…”

She shakes her head. “I’m sorry.”

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”

I know I should stop. There’s something she wants to say, but there’s another part of me that just wants to tear her pants off, reveal her thickness, kiss and lick her lips and her clit, and make her go wild again before I slide my throbbing dick into her.

“No – you’re right. But I don’t want to do anything else. I mean, Iwantto. But… it’s just moving fast, okay?”

Somehow, I manage to drag my hand away from her. But with her being half naked, it’s still difficult to focus.

“Maybe you should…” I chuckle savagely. “I can’t even say it. That’s how badly I want you.”

Her smile breaks through her anxiety. “Maybe I should put my clothes on. Is that what you were going to say?”

“Yeah… unfortunately.”

She laughs, but the laughter stops when she has clipped her bra and pulled her shirt over her head. “I don’t want to make a big deal out of this, especially after everything that’s happened.”

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

She sits up and takes my hands, biting her lip.

Again, she looks nervous and scared even by what she’s feeling, the connection growing between us. When she gets that look, I think she’d do anything to sever this bond.

She wanted to keep it casual, but we are way past that.

“Tori?”

CHAPTER 15

TORI

His lips are still wet from our kisses, his shirtless torso pumped up, his pecs bulging, and his abs a tight sheet of steel. I lay my hand on his chest and dig my fingernails into his solidness. “Maybe you should put your shirt on too…”

He turns, reaching for his shirt, showing his broad muscled back. I wonder what Cleo would do in this situation. Probably just jump on him.

He sits on the edge of the bed and takes my hand.

After a breath, I drop the bombshell. “I’m a virgin.”

His expression freezes, and then it shifts. Even searching for every poetic device known to me, exploring every descriptive possibility, I can’t decipher his expression.

Is it disgust? Is it hate? It looks like he’sannoyedwith me.

“A virgin,” he repeats in a low tone.

“Yeah,” I murmur. “I know it’s not what you expected. It kind of goes against the whole casual thing.”

“I never said I wanted this to be casual.”

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