Page 36 of The First Day of Breeding Season
This is unknown territory.
I shouldn’t be the one to introduce her to pleasure. But I can’t handle the thought of anyone else putting their hands on her body.
Without letting go of her, I tip my face back into the waterfall.
My heart is pounding, and she must be able to feel it, because she kisses my chest.
“Lust is a dangerous thing.”
Her father said that to me right before he tattooed that rope on my wrist.
“Pick something that will keep you focused.”
I chose frayed rope, because I couldn’t afford to replace it. Rope is precious and valuable to a cowboy. I needed to use it wisely, and save up for more.
She has that same tattoo on her ankle. I wonder if she has any idea what inspired it.
I ease us clear of the falling water, then wipe my face.
Steadying myself to be what she needs. A mentor. A teacher. A confident Daddy who will show her what feels good.
“Come here,” I say, too roughly.
But she comes anyway, and I sink into the pool as she slides onto my lap, her limbs wrapping around me as if we were meant to fit together like this.
“What have you done before?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing.”
Nothing?
I can’t breathe. Not just unfamiliar with sex, but a virgin.
She misreads my panic as something else, and quickly adds, “I want you, though. I want you so much.”
My throat tightens, a weird mix of lust and relief and gratitude. “You have me.”
“And you have experience for both of us,” she says confidently. Erroneously.
I don’t correct her, but I don’t need to. She feels the way I go still.
“Drew?” She pulls back, her gaze sharp and inquisitive.
“It’s been a long time,” I say.
Her brows pull together in curiosity. “How long?”
The answer is strange, really. “Twenty-two years.”
There’s a pause. Then another question, this one very soft. Very quiet. “Why?”
“None of my early experiences were good.” I shrug. “And I made some stupid choices. Once I swore that off, my life got better.”
“But…” She shifts against me, and my cock flexes eagerly. Hard, throbbing. Insistent. “You clearly like sex. Right?”
I laugh, startled. “Yes.”
She exhales in relief. “Oh, good. Because I think I’m going to really like sex with you.”
