Page 37 of Restrained

“Really?” His intensity holds me prisoner along with his solid, muscular body. “It matters.”

“It really doesn’t. It wasn’t like I was waiting for marriage or for religious reasons.”

He doesn’t move, his eyes pinning me as they track my lip movements and then lock on my eyes. “Then why?” His gaze trails lower, down to my bare breasts and then back up to my face. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“You really think that’s all that matters when losing your virginity?”

He climbs off my body and moves to the edge of the bed, his hand raking through his thick dark hair. “I don’t know. I...” He tosses me a look over his shoulder, looking uncertain. “Why me?”

“Like I said, it’s not that big of a deal.”

He looks almost guilty as he looks away from me and out the large glass window in the bedroom. It’s dark, and there isn’t much to see, but I get the feeling he doesn’t want to look at me anymore.

Totally naked, I feel exposed, but still I force myself to sit up and move behind his body, careful not to touch him. “I didn’t want you to stop.”

I watch his jaw tense, the vein in his neck pulling tight. “You should have warned me.”

“What would you have done then? If I would have told you before you were inside me?” He turns so I can see his handsome face and the sexy black stubble on his cheeks and chin, making me momentarily flush, thinking about how it felt against the bare skin of my neck and breasts. “Would you have stopped? Been gentle? Serenaded me?”

He grins and then scoffs, trying not to laugh. “No. I don’t fucking sing.”

“Too bad.”

“Lola.”

He’s being too serious. I don’t want this to be a big deal. “I didn’t want any of those things. I wanted you to fuck me in your own style. I wanted you to be you.”

There’s something unreadable in his eyes, he continues to look guilty as I bring my hand up and brush it over the stubble on his cheek. He grabs my wrist, holding my hand in front of his face. “Did I hurt you?”

I’m deliciously sore, but nothing I can’t handle. My thighs are still slick with arousal, and truth be told, all I can think about it doing it again and again. “No.” I smile. “Everything you did, I liked. A. Lot.”

I maybe inflating his ego far too much, especially because he’s already an egomaniac, but I don’t want him to regret what we did.

I loved giving him all the control, his hands pinning mine to the bed as he thrust inside me. I enjoyed every second of it, and for the first time in my life, I understand how sex can be like a drug. My eyes drag down over his chiseled chest and the ridges of his abs.

“How were you still...” He releases my hand and grips the back of his neck. “How had you never had sex before?”

I shrug my shoulders, covering my breasts with my arms. “I don’t know. I dated some in high school, but never anything serious. And then, I just became laser-focused on my career. I didn’t go out. I didn’t date.”

“You don’t have to date to fuck.”

I roll my eyes but can’t stop smiling, still feeling the high. “That’s very romantic.”

“Thought you weren’t a romance girl.”

I laugh. “I’m not.” I stand up and find his white button-down, pulling it on and using it as a robe, not bothering to button it and then sit back down next to him on the edge of the bed. “I honestly thought I was asexual or something.” I bite my bottom lip and look away from him, embarrassed by my own confession. “No one has ever sparked my interest long enough for me to want to go to bed with them.”

It’s true. I’ve never felt the way Hayden makes me feel. I’ve never been excited about sex before. I jolt back to awareness when I feel his hand under my chin, his fingers holding my jaw and urging me to turn my head to look at him. “I’m an asshole.”

I know he thinks he is. It’s written all over his face. But his lips press against mine, and everything fades away like every cheesy chick flick I've ever seen. “Why did you pull out?”

He pulls away from my mouth, but his hands are on my hips. “I know you’re new to sex and all, but if I come inside you, that’s kind of how babies are made.”

I tilt my head to the side and glare at him but fight laughing. “You really are an asshole.”

He shoots me a cocky grin. “I’m sorry I didn’t grab a condom. I should have. I guess I got lost in the moment too.”

“I’m on birth control.” His eyebrow lifts in obvious confusion, and I roll my eyes, “Irregular menstrual cycle. I’ve been on the pill since I was seventeen.” My lips brush over his as I straddle his lap, gasping when I feel his cock stirring to life again between my legs. “So, this time,” my lips drag over his neck and then up to his ear, “come inside me.”

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