Page 12 of Secret Confession
Courtney pauses for a moment, shifting uncomfortably again, although this time I wonder if she’s rubbing her thighs together at the mention of last night. “Maybe,” she says eventually.
“What does that mean?”
She lets out a huff, her shoulders sagging. “I don’t know if I’d like it until I try it. But I liked the look of it enough to want to try.”
I shuffle my chair closer until my leg is touching hers, and I can feel the warmth from her body. I lean in so that my breath is fluttering across her cheek. “So there are things you haven’t tried?”
She lets out a humourless laugh that startles me. “Lots,” she says, not even bothering to hide her sarcasm.
I narrow my eyes on her, until she’s squirming under the weight of my gaze. “Explain.”
She winces, but I hold my gaze steady until she lets out a shaky breath that I can almost taste against my lips. “I’m not very experienced.”
I pull back, raking my eyes over her face as I try to interpret what she’s not saying. It takes me longer than I’d care to admit, as I can barely even believe what I’m thinking, but once I realise what she means, the words tumble out. “You’re a virgin?”
She nods, the confirmation hitting me harder than I expected, and I quickly shuffle back, needing to put some space between us.
Courtney has other ideas, as she reaches over and grabs my hand, stopping mefrom retreating as much as I need to. Her quick movement seems to startle us both, as she’s looking down at our joined hands with as much shock in her eyes as I have.
“This doesn’t change anything,” she says, trying to make her voice sound more powerful, more certain than it is.
I let out a harsh laugh as I pull my hand away, trying to ignore the hurt that flashes in her beautiful eyes. “It changes fucking everything.”
“Why?” Her voice sounds small and desperate, and it’s almost enough to make me want to cave.
“You saw for yourself, I have very particular tastes. They’re not the sort of games you play with someone who is inexperienced,” I explain, hoping that will be a good enough reason.
“Bullshit,” Courtney snaps, glaring at me. “You’d have to go slow for my first time, maybe the second too, but after that, it’d be no different to any of the other girls.”
I try not to let her words worm their way under my skin, as I want more than anything for that to be true, but we both know it’s not. I shake my head, ignoring how my dick perks up at the idea of ruining this girl’s innocence.
“You have no idea what you like or dislike. You don’t know what your limits are, so I’d be constantly worried about going too far, and I can’t have that.
“I like the thrill of the chase. I would love to break into your room while you’re sleeping and fuck you until you don’t know what’s real and what’s a dream.
“I’d want to edge you over and over again, until you were in pain, begging and pleading like a good little whore. I’d want to call you dirty names, and ruin you for all other men. We both know that’s not the sort of girl you are.”
She glares at me, her brows raising in challenge. “What sort of girl do you think I am?”
“You’re a sweet, innocent, nineteen-year-old good girl. There’s a reason you’re still a virgin. You want romance.”
She throws her head back and laughs, wiping away a rogue tear before she turns back to me with a glare. “I haven’t kept my virginity for some purity reason, or because I’m a hopeless romantic. I just haven’t met anyone who has made me feel anything.
“Honestly, before last night, I was starting to think my fucked up childhood broke me beyond repair. That I was incapable of attraction, or being turned on. It turns out, I just hadn’t found the right scenario.”
My breath catches in my throat at her admission, my voice sounding rough when I finally manage to get the words out. “Last night was your first real time being turned on? Did it get you wet?”
I can feel myself edging into dangerous territory once again, but when she nods in confirmation, it’s like the last of my good sense goes out of the window.
“Did you touch yourself?”
I hold my breath, waiting for her reply. She bites her lower lip again, before giving me the smallest nod.
“Use your words,” I snap.
“Yes, I did,” she replies, her voice sounding shaky.
“Did you come?”
