Page 11 of The Hotshot's Prize
“You’re a virgin?” I ask, keeping my voice low…careful.
She nods again, biting her bottom lip. Like she thinks I’ll bolt. Or mock her.
God. She has no idea what that does to me.
“Jesus,” I whisper, dragging a hand down my face. “How?”
She blinks. “Excuse me?”
“I mean…look at you,” I say, unable to stop the words now. “You’re beautiful. Sexy as hell. The guys around you must be fucking blind or something.”
She lets out a soft, self-conscious laugh. “Or maybe I just don’t…let people in that easily.”
Her voice is quiet, but it hits me right in the chest.
I study her. The anxious twist of her fingers in the blanket. The brave tilt of her chin even now, vulnerable as hell. And beneath all of that, the spark. That fierce, wild curiosity that got her out here in the first place.
My chest tightens.
They didn’t deserve her. None of them.
And I don’t deserve her either. But I’m going to claim her anyway.
That thought lands hard and deep, taking root until it becomes an instinctive, territorial hum in my blood.
She’s mine. Even if she doesn’t know it yet.
And I’m going to show her exactly what that means.
I lean in again, slowly and gently brushing my lips against hers. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I murmur against her parted lips. “But I want to make you feel good, Ella. Let me?”
She exhales, muttering a shaky yes, and her legs part instinctively as I settle between them again.
I trail kisses down her throat, peeling her hoodie up inch by inch. My hands glide over her exposed skin, each new patch of her making me crazier. Hungrier.
But I take my time.
I want every gasp.
Every arch.
Then I take it a step further, tugging her shorts down. She arches her hips, making it easier to slide them off her legs, and I adjust the blanket so she’s sitting on it, a soft barrier between her and the rock surface.
I slide my hands up her naked legs and silky soft thighs, marveling at how smooth and tender her skin is. I gradually work my fingers between her legs and inch them higher and higher. Her flesh is so soft and warm in there too.
She moans softly, her legs instinctively falling apart for me. I slide my palm over her pussy, firmly massaging her through her panties.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she says breathily, throwing her head back.
I continue to tease her, playing with her body, watching her every reaction. Her eyes are closed, lips parted, skin flushed…
Damn, she’s gorgeous.
She’s dripping wet through the silky material of her panties, making soft, damning sounds in the back of her throat. She opens her legs wider, allowing me better access.
“You like this?” I ask, loving the haziness in her eyes as she looks at me. “Want me to go further?”
“Y-yes,” she stutters, running her tongue over her lips in a way that makes me want to take her right there and then.
