Page 15 of Sweet Virgin

And. . . There it is.

Boom.

I wanted to fist bump myself for giving it back to him, so I did. . . In my head. It wasn't as fulfilling, but it did the job.

“Maybe. Do you want me to tell you I'll take them off?” Giggling, I dragged the towel down my arms.

“You haven't told me much.” Pressing his palms into his knees, his knuckles whitened as he eyed me under hooded lids.

Grimacing, I scrubbed my hair, pursing my lips. His stare was intense, scratching away like sharp burs rolling over my skin. He wanted answers, he wanted to know more than I was giving.

Relaxing, he sat up straight. “Look, I get it, you don't like wherever it is you came from, for whatever reason. It's just. . .” Taking a deep breath, his shoulders rolled forward. “I want to know about you. There's something there that makes me wonder, that makes me curious. What's so bad that you can't say it? Are you the daughter of a mobster, are you running for your life?”

“No, it's nothing like that. I just don't want to talk about it and we don't need to. Let's just enjoy this. . .” Tilting my head a hair, I shrugged. “Whateverthismight be.”

“What do you thinkthisis?” Folding his hands, he clicked the pads of his thumbs together. “Tell me that at least, let me in on what you're thinking.”

“You really want me to tell you what I think?” Lifting my leg onto the bed, I wrapped the towel around my thigh and wiped it dry.

Kealen stood up, slowly walking to my side. His hand swept through the tips of my hair, brushing it over my shoulder. The air I took in lodged in the back of my throat as his fingers kept moving over my back.

His touch was delicate, intricately pressing into the curve of my spine. My body shuddered, forcing lone water drops to cascade down my legs.

Curling his fingers under the hem of my shirt, he leaned into my ear and whispered. “Can I show you what I think?” The tips of his fingers spun over my skin, drawing lines and heavy swirls.

Prickles broke over my neck, the hair standing on end as I swallowed hard. I couldn't speak, I couldn't look away, I couldn't move.

What's he doing?

Biting my lower lip, I nodded yes. My mouth wanted to speak, it wanted to tell him he could show me anything, he could do anything. . . But the words were lost.

“Do you have any idea how sexy it is when you bite your lip like that?” His mouth hovered over the shell of my ear as he peeled my shirt over my head. I didn't resist, I lifted my arms and let him take control.

I wasn't afraid to let him see me, to let him see how vulnerable and needy I was. I wanted this man for so many reasons I wasn't ready to accept.

He made me feel, he made my body ignite, he melted my heart when he stood up for me. Kealen had taken a chance, opening his door to a woman who had nothing.

But he didn't realize how much I needed everything.

I had always thought that love went with sex, that being intimate meant giving more than your body in the moment. I thought your heart was the life that fed every single part of your soul. And giving yourself was a token of forever.

But right then, all I felt was the heat between us. It was raw, natural, and I was completely at his mercy.

The cold strands of my hair slapped down on my shoulders as he dropped my shirt to the floor. “I think there's something about you I can't figure out, something I want, something I need.” Stroking my shoulders, his fingers rolled over my neck, massaging the muscle. “I think that when you look at me, you feel it too.”

Dragging his tongue down the curve of my ear, his fingers glided down my back and found the clasp of my bra. Excitement had swarmed my body, riding my spine like an electric charge. This was the furthest I had ever gone with a guy and we hadn't even done anything yet.

Virgin, the word rings no sex, but I was the purest form of the word. Yes I had kissed boys, yes I had held hands and hugged boyfriends in the past. But that was as far as I had ever gone.

No man had ever touched or laid eyes on me naked, and now I was closer than I'd ever been. I was on the cusp of being topless, of possibly going all the way.

I hadn't even had the pleasure of seeing a real penis yet. My old roommate had thrown a dildo at me once, but I wasn't sure how close the two could compare.

Should I tell him?

Should he know that I have zero experience?

To say my nerves were in overdrive was an understatement. I could feel my stomach in my throat, I could feel my thighs trembling and the muscles in my gut twining around each other.

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