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Now all I could think about was being inside her. Making sure that her first time was as satisfying as possible. First times came with so many complications, though, and we already had plenty of those.
But damn did I want to be her first. My inner caveman thumped his chest at the idea. And at least I could make it a good experience, better than any other guy could, and if I thought about her having sex with other dudes, jealousy would get the best of me, and I’d opt for swinging a club toward anyone who so much as glanced her way.
I ran my thumb along her full lower lip, and even more desire pumped through me, hotter and faster this time. “Well, if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”
“If?”She wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts brushing against my chest. “I’ve had assertive training, so words likeifdon’t really work for me.”
I wound a strand of her hair around my finger. Then I gave it a light tug, tilting her head back so I’d have better access to her mouth. I thrust my tongue inside, kissing her the way I’d imagined doing countless times over the past few weeks, not satisfied until she was as breathless as I was. “I’m taking you home, Chelsea Jessop. And you’re about to get a whole new lesson in being assertive.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chelsea
A big part of me thought Ihadto be dreaming as we made our way to the parking lot, while the remainder hoped I didn’t wake up before the rest could play out.
Liam opened the passenger door of his truck and helped me inside. He rounded the hood and climbed behind the wheel. He looked across the bench seat at me, the storm of sexual tension brewing stronger and choking the air, and then he tugged me over until I was right next to him. His large hand circled my thigh, and he gripped on to me like he was afraid I might go somewhere otherwise.
The only place I was going was with him.
For all my talk of being bold and assertive, nervous butterflies mixed in with the excited ones as he pulled up to his apartment complex. We walked upstairs in total silence, as if we were both afraid talking might pop the enchanted bubble that’d encased us in the locker room.
If I didn’t take a breath soon, I’d pass out before we got to the rest, and that was motivation enough to force some oxygen into my lungs.
As soon as we stepped inside, I turned to him. “Can I have a minute or two?”
“You can have as long as you want.” As if I wasn’t swooning hard enough already, Liam brushed a section of hair off my face and gently tucked it behind my ear, his callused fingertips giving my body all sorts of delicious ideas. “We don’t have to do this right now, Chels. How far we go is completely up to you.”
I pressed a finger to his lips. “I still want this. I just want to be wearing something sexy.”
“Then you’re already there,” he said, and I smiled. But I’d seen the girls he normally dated, and I only got one chance to have sex for the first time, and as much as I’d enjoyed the boost of my temporary ring girl gig, I wasn’t sure I wanted to lose my virginity in the signature outfit.
“Make that something sexy that no one else has seen yet, then.” I tipped onto my toes and kissed him, sighing at the way his arm automatically came around and drew me tighter to him as he worked his magic with his lips and tongue. Much more of that, and I’d jump him right here in the kitchen.
George meowed, crying like I’d left him starving for hours, in spite of the fact that I’d fed him before I left.
“I’ll take care of him,” Liam said, and my heart swelled even more. Pretty soon it wouldn’t fit inside my chest.
I rushed into my room, opened my suitcase, and riffled through the contents. Man, why hadn’t I thought past walking around that cage and formulated a better game plan for afterward? Honestly, I’d worried Liam might simply congratulate me on being bold before going about his business as usual, and then I would’ve had to come back, pull the emergency ice cream out of the fridge, and eat my feelings.
He’s attracted to me.
We’re about to have sex.
I’m about to have sex for the first time. With Liam.Another knot of nerves formed in my gut, but I was ready. Beyond ready, and a big part of that had to do with how much I already cared about Liam. And it was okay if it hurt a little because I knew he’d take care of me.
Finally, I found the Victoria’s Secret bag with the black mesh baby-doll and matching thong. Might as well go all out for my first time, right? I slipped into it, fluffed my hair, then smoothed it back down. Then I popped a mint and slicked on lip gloss.
A quick spritz of perfume and I walked to the door, sucked in a deep breath, and poked my head out of the room. “I’m, uh, ready.”
Liam glanced in my direction, and his throat worked a swallow. He strode down the hall and stepped into the open doorway of the bedroom.
His eyes heated as he took in my sheer outfit, and my heart beat out a rapid rhythm. “Before I come any closer, I just need to ask one more time. Are you sure? We can take it slower if you want. Work up to sex.”
“I don’t want slow. I’ve waited a long time for this. For you.” I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, doing my best to smother the impulse to fidget under his steady stare. “No pressure.”
“Oh, I’m not worried about me. This night is already high on my list of favorite nights, and I promise I’ll take care of you in every possible way.”
The ache between my thighs flared to life again. “Then I’m ready. I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy”—I fiddled with the edge of my frilly skirt and flashed him my best flirty grin—“asking him to screw me.”
