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“Please,” I begged, clumsily snapping the buttons open until the fabric parted like the Red Sea. “Just…take itoff.”

“Fuck…” Breaking our kiss, Johnny sank back on his knees and made short work of his shirt, dragging it off his body. I took that as my opportunity to remove my jacket. Tossing it aside to join his shirt on his bedroom floor, I flopped back down with my dress pooled at my waist, begging him with my eyes to justkeep going. Hormones invaded my mind, kicking my common sense out the window and taking hold of the steering wheel of my brain, letting me know that my virginity was in serious danger of evaporating tonight.

Kneeling between my legs, wearing only his jeans and with his hair sticking up in forty different directions from our antics, Johnny looked down at me all fluffed out on his pillows and exhaled a sharp breath. “I’m keeping you, Shannon Lynch.”

“Really?” I breathed, staring up at his swollen lips and wanting just one more taste.

“Really,” he confirmed, eyes locked on mine. Shrugging almost helplessly, he offered me a crooked grin, giving me a tiny glimpse of vulnerability and making me fall deeper for him. I was stumbling farther into the black abyss of the unknown with this boy, with no safety net to break my fall. Pressing the brakes wouldn’t make a blind bit of difference because my heart was in the driver’s seat and powering ahead without thought for consequences.

“Are you sure you don’t want to play GTA?” Johnny offered, tone thick and gruff. He playfully walked his fingers up my bare thigh, skimming the edge of my knickers. “I might beat you this time.” Just when I thought he was going to move his fingers higher, when everything inside of me wasscreamingat him to move his fingers higher, he pulled his hand back to rest on my thigh again. “What do you say? Hmm? Do you want a rematch, Shannonlike the river?”

I shook my head, my breathing hard and uneven. “No.”

“No?” He arched a brow, smirk still firmly in place. “Then what do you want from me?”

Finding a bravery I only seemed to have when he was with me, I pulled myself up on my elbows and whispered, “I want you to finish what you started.”

The blue in his eyes darkened, and the smile he was wearing turned almost feral, as he grabbed my thighs and dragged my body closer to his. “I always finish what I start.” Resting his weight on one elbow, he hovered above my body, with his lips so close to mine that I could feel his breath. “But we’re not going there.” He pressed a drugging kiss to my lips before burying his face in my neck. “Not yet.” Nuzzling my neck, he pressed a trail of hot, wet kisses up my neck, his tongue sweeping out to taste me, to claim me with leisurely swipes that I felt in every nerve ending in my body. Nestling between my legs, he didn’t make any further move. He just continued to kiss me with hot swiping flicks of his tongue, destroying me with his weight alone.

“Really?” I practically cried as my fingers dug into the hard ridges of his waist. “You’re sure?”

Groaning, Johnny nodded. “I’m sure.” His hand moved from my hair to my hip, shifting our bodies into perfect alignment, and the move caused a moan to tear from my throat. He responded to my small gasp of surprised pleasure with a low growl of approval of his own. “But I can do other things for you.” He brushed his lips against mine almost lovingly before pulling back to gauge my reaction. “If you want me to?”

My pulse skyrocketed and I blew out a ragged breath, nodding up at him.

His eyes blazed with heat as he lowered his lips to mine. “I promise I’ll make you feel good,” he whispered between kisses. “Just tell me if you don’t want it or if I’m moving too fast and I’ll stop, okay?”

“Don’t stop,” I choked out, hands shooting out to clutch his shoulders. “Please.”

Johnny chuckled softly. “I haven’t started yet.”

“I don’t care,” I breathed. “Don’t ever stop.”

Rearing back on his knees once more, Johnny stared down at me. Breathing hard and fast, I remained on my back, overloaded with adrenaline and lust, as I watched him watch me for the longest time. The anticipation of the unknown was making me feel faint, and all I wanted to do was drag him back down on top of me, but I stopped myself, knowing that I had no clue of how to progress from here, just that I desperately wanted to.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered with a small shake of his head. “Jesus.” Trailing a finger over my cheek, he leaned down and kissed me. His hand trailed down my neck, moving lower and lower until his thumb brushed over my nipple. “I love you,” he whispered, and then he was cupping my breast in his hand, gently stroking his thumb over the fabric of my dress as my nipple hardened to the point of being painful. “Is this okay?” he asked against my lips as he continued to touch me.

“Johnny—” Shivering violently, I arched into his touch, kissing him almost frantically. “So much okay.”

His hand moved lower, fingers grazing over my hip bone, before his hand settled on the front of my knickers. “What about this?” Stroking his nose against mine, he slipped his hand inside my underwear and cupped methere. “Is this okay?”

My body jerked beneath him, hips bucking, and I nodded like a mad person. “Don’t stop.”

Exhaling a ragged breath, he slipped his tongue into my mouth at the same time he slid one finger inside me.

Careful not to moan too loudly and alert his mam as to what we were getting up to in his bedroom, I let my legs fall open, welcoming his touch, as I plastered my lips to his, clinging to his broad shoulders for all I was worth as I shuddered beneath him.

“I want you,” he growled into my mouth as he worked his finger inside me, moving slowly, in and out, deep and drugging. “More than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life.” Kissing me hard, he pulled out only to push a second finger inside me. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” Trembling, I clung to him, bucking my hips excitedly. “So fucking tight… Shite, is this okay?”

“It’s okay, Johnny, it’s okay,” I practically screamed as I dragged his lips back to mine, bucking my body in encouragement. “Just stop asking stupid questions and keep going!”

Chuckling against my lips, Johnny crooked his fingers, doing something inside of my body that was entirely unfamiliar butohsowelcome. I felt a tightening sensation in my core as a blast of white-hot heat crept up my body. It was a feeling that I wanted to chase down, some basic, primal instinct inside of me demanding I do so.

Bucking my hips, I moved against his hand, hunting down that feeling. His lips came down on mine, muffling my cries, as he moved his fingers faster inside of me, taking me further, pushing my body to the point of no return.

Helpless to sensation, I clutched his broad shoulders and clung to him, trusting him with everything I had inside of me. When his tongue entered my mouth, sweeping over mine with the same rhythm as his fingers, I couldn’t hold on, or maybe I just couldn’t hold back. Whatever it was, it felt like I was crashing over a cliff. I couldn’t explain it but my body went lax and I jolted violently beneath him as what I could only describe as ripples of ecstasy shot through my body.

“Jesus,” I cried out, tearing my lips from his as my entire body jerked. “What’s happening—oh my god!”

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