Page 23 of That Fateful Ride

“Yes.” She stiffened. “Wait, done what before?”

“Slept with a virgin.”

She felt so right against him. He brushed his lips along her forehead. “Never.”

“So it’s over and not an issue.” A shiver wracked her and he curled her closer.

He caught his frown before it formed. Why was her distance bothering him? He sought out relief on occasion and never once did he stay after and do what he was now. Cuddling.

“Can’t go anywhere in the storm anyway,” he muttered.

“I’m sorry?”

“Just thinking out loud.”

“How long is enough time before we can dress?”

Her straightforward question made him smile. “Trying to get away from me already?”

“No. I am however, a bit cold.”

His shaft stiffened at the image of a different—much more enjoyable—way of warming her up. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the clean scent of her. He didn’t want to dress, he wanted to start over and take his time in pleasuring her.

It had been a while for him and he’d been like an animal. To top it off she’d been a virgin. He wanted, needed, to show her it was—could be—like with an attentive lover.

She didn’t complain.

No, she hadn’t but she also didn’t have any one for a comparison.

Next time will be better.

That thought gave him pause. Next time? She rolled away and he struggled not to bring her back close. He shoved back into his wet clothes and lifted the blanket, shaking it off.

“Rebecca?”

“Yes?”

He moved in the direction of her voice. It had grown even darker as the intensity outside increased. He wanted her close.

“You dressed?”

“Yes.”

He smiled at the softness to her voice. So unlike when she spoke at the station where it was deeper. More graveled.

“Come here.”

She listened and he took her back to the blanket he’d laid down again. He gathered her close and wrapped his arms around her. Her hair was covered and he wanted to remove it.

“Tell me about you.”

“Me?” Her voice rose a bit, becoming almost a squeak.

He smiled in the dark. “It’s just the two of us here, so yes,you.”

“I have my twin, Robert, who rides—”

He covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her. “I know that much. Tell me about you, Rebecca.”

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