Page 64 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“I’ll be fine. Will you?”

“Nope,” she said. “Will you fight me off if I want to touch and feel you? I didn’t get to do it last night.”

She’d said it softly and looked unsure of herself. He didn’t want to tell her not to even if he knew it’d test his limits.

“No,” he said. “Come on.”

“I wish we could have stayed in the shower longer,” she said fifteen minutes later. They were eating breakfast. He’d made scrambled eggs and toast. Fast and easy before they worked out.

Angel had touched, petted, and tasted most of his body from the waist up. He was damn close to coming and didn’t want to. She’d laughed at him as if she knew what she was doing.

She’d pointed out that just because she was a virgin didn’t mean she hadn’t done other things.

“After our workout, we can if you want.”

“Sweet,” she said. “No pushing my hands away. You know, I might have less experience than you, but we can each get off other ways that won’t make me sore.”

“I’m aware of that,” he said.

She moved over and got in front of him and then in his face with a massive grin, “Then don’t slap my hands away again.”

“You’ve got egg on your tooth.”

She ran her tongue around her mouth. “No, I don’t,” she said. “You’re trying to distract me. Why?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “This is just different.”

“No,” she said. “It’s not. I’ve waited a long time for this. Did you stop to think maybe you’re going to make me feel self-conscious if you keep telling me no?”

“I don’t want that to happen,” he said. It was the last thing he’d thought she’d say.

“Then stop telling me no and start compromising or giving other options. Just like I did.”

He must be more messed up in the head if he was trying to find reasons not to have sex with a woman.

“I can do that,” he said.

They cleaned up breakfast together, then went downstairs. He got on his rowing machine and her the treadmill. She didn’t have workout clothes with her, so she’d put a pair of his compression shorts on and rolled them up, then tied a tiny knot in them and put one of his T-shirts on that hung down and covered her hips anyway.

It was a funny sight but one that gave him a protective feeling that she was wearing his stuff. In his home.

He was her first. He wasn’t sure why his mind was going to the fact that he wanted to be her last.

They had a long road to get there.

She’d had years to figure this out in her head. He’d had a few weeks.

An hour later, he was sweating more than normal. Maybe he pushed himself harder while he ran things through his mind.

“I feel as if you are working something out that you don’t want me to know,” she said. “Are you regretting what we did?”

“No,” he said. “Absolutely not. We’ve been dating for a month. I knew we’d end up in bed when you were ready.”

“You just didn’t know I was a virgin. I get it.”

“Can I ask why?”

He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear her say she was saving herself for him. That might be too much on his shoulders at this point.

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