Page 31 of Sweet Virgin

Chapter Ten

Alaska

What was he saying?

What could he possibly mean?

My chest was hurting from breathing so heavily, my ribs were aching from trying to keep my nerves in check.

He won't let me go?

His words were sweet and thick, filling my body with more than just this temptation to feel him inside me. I never wanted to just have sex with someone just to say I did it, and to hear him say something like that. . .

That was more than my mind could handle.

My eyes were baring down on his, trying to see if this claim was genuine or just a way to ease me into having sex. But he didn't break our stare, his eyes were static, reading mine too.

And I knew, Kealen meant what he was saying.

I knew nothing about him, but the feelings that hit me right then told me he wasn't bullshitting me. He wasn't holding me too close or being over dramatic and over affectionate. He wasn't making me promises of love and forever like a lot of guys might do to get in a girl's pants.

He was waiting, holding onto the air around us until he knew it was safe to breathe.

Until he knew I could see he meant every word.

That was it, that was all I needed. I had thought I was ready before, I had already decided that he was the one I would give myself to, and this just cemented that decision.

In one quick swoop, I threw myself onto him, crushing my lips onto his. His mouth was stagnant at first, shocked from the sudden onslaught of emotion steaming from my body.

His arms found their way around my waist as he hoisted me higher on his lap. Gyrating his hips, he rubbed his hard cock up and down against my pussy. The thick bulge between his legs brushed my sex, sending an earthquake of tingles through my belly.

Rocking my waist, our bodies moved in sync, rolling and colliding together. Pulling his lips away from mine, he kissed my throat, gliding his hands down my back and around my ass.

Every inch of my body was alive like I had never felt before. I could see the heat between us, I could feel the air as I took in slow breaths, I could smell the hint of lust soaking my panties. It was all living and growing around me, surrounding my body in this bubble I never wanted to break.

I was on the verge of coming already and he wasn't even inside me yet. His hands were moving wildly over my body, tearing at my hair and scraping down my back.

“Kealen, I need you.” Kissing his jawline, I nipped his neck. “I need to feel you.” My breathing was weighted, coming out in short, fast bursts.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, barely removing his mouth from my skin. “I need to know you're really ready.”

His words settled over my brain, forcing me to question myself. Was this really what I wanted. . . Or was it just the excitement of going against the grain that lit my fuse?

The thought flickered, fizzling out as he stared up at me. I loved the way his eyes drew me in, I loved the way it felt to have him looking at me—just me.

Holding his cheeks in my hands, I forced his face up. “I'm ready, make me yours.”

There wasn't a doubt in my mind, I was his to take.

My skin was buzzing from head to toe, needy and delirious. I wasn't going to stop him, I wasn't going to change my mind. Tearing my shirt off, I started to stand and unbutton my shorts.

“Wait,” he said, reaching out and clasping my fingers. “Let me.” His hands tore at my clothes, determination coating his face.

Holy shit, I'm really doing this.

I was trying not to think, I just wanted to be in the moment. But that was hard to do when you knew what was coming. Baring it all, feeling it for the first time, it was a dream that had plagued me at night and boxed me in.

My heart palpitated inside my chest, careening around like a caged bird ready to be set free. A cold sweat beaded up on my neck, the icy droplets trickled down my spine, sending goosebumps over my skin.

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