Page 22 of Waiting for Him
“If you’re talking about breaking my . . . you know . . . I did it years ago with . . .”
His eyes narrowed, and he growled. “With who? You just said you were a virgin.”
“I am! But just because I’ve never been with a man doesn’t mean I didn’t have urges and needs. So, I took care of it myself, with?—”
“A vibrator,” he finished for her.
Kat nodded, her cheeks getting redder by the second.
“Damn, that’s hot. The thought of you . . . shit!” Boomer hadn’t thought he could get any harder than he already was, but the images bombarding his brain sent his hormones into overdrive. He was wishing he’d changed into a pair of sweatpants because he was going to have zipper marks on his cock from his jeans. He needed to keep his inner beast in check, or he’d scare the shit out of her.
“I have to ask, baby, why haven’t you ever had sex? Don’t tell me there was never an opportunity. You’re gorgeous and must be beating them off with a baseball bat. I know you were in hiding and all, but after starting a new life in Portland, there had to have been guys who tried to get you into their beds. Otherwise, it doesn’t say much for the male population in Oregon.”
She snorted. “Please, I know I’m not ugly, but I’m far from gorgeous. I’m a plain Jane, nothing special.”
Was she kidding him? Growling again, Boomer snatched her hip and tugged until she was on her side, then sent a stinging slap to her left butt cheek.
“Ow! What was that for?” Her eyes were wide with shock . . . and something else . . . arousal.
“Rule number one of my world, Kitten, is you never . . . ever . . . put yourself down. It’s one of the fastest ways for you to earn a punishment. There is no way you’re a ‘plain Jane.’ I still remember the night of my party, and I told you how beautiful you were. But it doesn’t even come close to how beautiful you are today. You’re the woman who enters a room, and men instantly want you in their beds. But then you speak, and they want to fall down on their knees and worship you. You’re sexy as sin, both inside and out, and I want to prove it to you. But you still haven’t answered my question. Why haven’t you had sex before now?”
He knew it was ridiculous to hope she’d been waiting for him. Waiting for a time when she could be with him again. But that’s what he was dying to hear from her lips.
“I don’t know. I mean, I dated a few guys, but it never felt right. It felt like something was missing. And now, I think I know what it was.”
Boomer held his breath.
“It was you, Benny. None of those other guys were you. My heart and body always knew they wanted you and no one else.”
His heart felt like it was going to burst from his ribcage. Hauling her against his hard chest, he grasped her hair. “Jesus, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Rolling on his back, he pulled her with him and claimed her mouth again. Tasting . . . savoring . . . marking her as his. His other hand slid down her back until it reached her ass, and he gripped her cheek.
A thought popped into his frazzled brain, and he tugged on her hair to break their lip-lock. Breathless, he said, “Kitten, I need you to tell me this is what you want. I’ll make it good for you, I promise. We’ll keep things ‘vanilla’ for now, but I'll give you a safeword anyway. If I do anything that scares or hurts you, say the word ‘red.’ I’ll stop immediately, and we’ll talk about what’s wrong, okay?”
Kat tried to nod, but his hand was still holding her hair. “Yes. This is what I want. And if anything doesn’t feel right, I’ll say ‘red.’”
“It’s important, baby. I’m not a mind-reader. You have to tell me if you don’t like something or if it hurts. Don’t let me keep doing something because you think it’s what I want. The only thing I want is to give you pleasure and a hell of a lot of orgasms.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, yes, Kitten. I’m going to give you plenty of those. Now sit up for a second and take your shirt off.”
He wanted to rip it off her, along with her shorts, but he had to take baby steps for her first time. And a few harmless orders would get her used to him issuing them. As he watched her intently, Kat pushed off his chest and knelt beside him. Blushing, she reached for the hem of her T-shirt and lowered her eyes.
“Uh-uh, Kitten. Eyes on mine. You’ll be able to see how beautiful I think you are.”
*****
Kat lifted her eyes at the same time she lifted her shirt. Her vision was blocked momentarily while she pulled it over her head, but when her gaze met his again, she saw heat. Desire swirled in the amber irises and made her think of molten lava. She felt a rush of juices between her legs and bit her lip.
“You’re going to leave teeth marks on your bottom lip, and I’d prefer any marks to be made by me.” His gaze swept her body as she blushed. “You’re gorgeous, Kitten, and don’t even think of correcting me. I love what I see, but I want more. I want to watch you play with your tits like when you’re alone, and no one is watching.”
“Holy shit!” Kat clasped her hand over her mouth, mortified the words had escaped her. “I mean . . . you want me to do that in front of you? It’s embarrassing.”
Boomer chuckled. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Your innocence is the biggest fucking turn-on I’ve ever had. And there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. Things are going to get a lot more intimate than this. I’m not asking you to do anything billions of women haven’t done for thousands of years.”
He sat up and pulled his own T-shirt over his head. “But I’ll tell you what . . .” To her amazement, he grasped the garment in two hands, ripping off a long strip of the fabric. “Let’s make this more about feeling instead of seeing.”
Kneeling before her, he put the strip over her eyes and tied it behind her head. When it was secure, she felt him lay back down. “Okay, let’s try this again. Lift your hands and cover your tits, Kitten.” Her hands moved slowly, unsure, but she followed his commands. “Mmm, good girl. Now squeeze and massage them. Push them up and in . . . damn, that’s hot.”
Kat couldn’t believe she was doing this. But Benny’s voice was low and commanding, and she couldn’t help but want to do his bidding. As she followed his orders, she felt herself relaxing into the moment. She pushed down her embarrassment and nervousness and let his voice rumble through her veins.
