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TEAGAN

Imight be a virgin, but I’d been kissed before. Sloppy kisses with immature guys who thought they knew what they were doing. Heck, evenIthought they knew what they were doing.

But I was twenty-three years old, and this guy was in his thirties. His experience clearly paid off.

He started slowly, his hand settling on my back as his lips brushed mine. Finally, his tongue slipped between my lips, bringing an immediate sigh from me.

I settled my fingers in the nape of his neck, enjoying the contrast between the bare skin and the close-cropped hair there. He clearly had a military haircut that he’d let grow out a little, and I loved the look on him.

As the kiss deepened, our bodies came together and I no longer even noticed how cold it was in here. He was heating me from the inside out.

When he removed his hands from my back, I immediately ached for his touch. But I soon felt the cloth of the bomber jacket moving and realized his hands were sliding beneath it.

Those hands made their way to my blouse, tugging it from my jeans and running up my back. I took in the feel of his warm, rough fingers moving over my soft skin. It felt so darn good. When I arched my back, he moaned, I assumed because of the way my stomach rubbed the bulge behind the fly of his jeans.

Finally, he broke the kiss and looked down at me. “We could go back to my place.”

I shook my head. “There’s a perfectly good table over there.”

He wanted to take me back to his place to make love to me. I was well aware of that fact. I was also aware that mentioning the table was my way of keeping us here. There was something formal about hopping in his truck and heading back to his apartment. Something very predictable.

I wanted to be unpredictable, and going to his apartment felt like it would put pressure on me to be good at all this. But what if I didn’t meet his expectations, anyway? None of it made much sense when I thought it through, but that was how I felt. I was going on emotion, and my emotions told me to keep him here.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “It’s kind of cold.”

I smiled at him. “Then warm me up.”

That seemed to be all he needed to green-light what he wanted to do. What we both wanted to do.

He pulled me against him again and initiated the most passionate kiss yet. It took my breath. Curled my toes. Nothing in my life could compare to the way this man’s kiss made me feel.

I was so caught up in kissing him, I barely registered that we were moving until I nearly tripped over my own feet. He was the one walking backward, so my clumsiness was even more absurd.

At least it would appear that way to him. I knew why I was so awkward. I’d have to tell him that, eventually. I probably should tell him now. Yes, I should stop this kiss and blurt out that I was a virgin.

But then he lifted me up on the table and no way was I getting any words out. I was too busy processing the fact that he was unbuttoning my pants and sliding his hand beneath the waistband of my underwear.

Holy shit. He was going straight for it. If he knew I was a virgin, he definitely wouldn’t do that. He probably would insist we stop now and go back to his apartment, light some candles, maybe have some rose petals all around. I didn’t need that. This was far more exciting a first time than something like that would ever be.

When his hand went straight to my pussy, I just about came off the table. I held onto him like he was my lifeline. Maybe he was. Maybe I’d dissolve into a puddle of happiness if I didn’t have him anchoring me.

Finally, I broke the kiss just to catch my breath. That was when I felt his finger part my folds and slide inside. He stared down at me with an intensity that turned me on even more than what his touch was doing. Knowing someone like him wanted me sent heat straight to my most private area.

“You’re so wet,” he said. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

With that, he withdrew his finger, then slid both hands around my hips. I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, but then he gave a little shove downward and I realized he was easing off both my pants and underwear at the same time.

I closed my eyes and wiggled around, letting my hands join his in pushing things downward. I wasn’t sure if he’d take off my pants completely, but that was exactly what he did. That required me to kick off my ballet flats.

Once he had my pants off, he moved between my legs, but he didn’t straighten to kiss me again. Instead, he knelt in front of the table, looking up at me as he once again slid a finger inside me. At the same time, he slid his thumb over my swollen bud, moving it in slow circles and watching my reaction.

My eyes drifted closed. Nothing had ever felt this good. And that was saying a lot since his kisses had done things to me I hadn’t imagined.

But this was an all-new level of arousal. My entire body felt like it was on fire. Like it might explode at any second. My eyes were closed when he moved his thumb away from my clit. I wanted to tell him to put it back, but seconds later, something else made contact with that now-aching nub. His tongue.

My eyes popped open, and I looked down at him. Holy hell, that was sexy. He was still watching me.

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