Page 20 of The Virgin's Dance
While he waited, he logged onto his laptop and went through the shots they had done the previous day. Some of them were good enough to be in the exhibition in his opinion, and he’d sent a few test shots to Grady for his opinion. The answer came back straight away and confirmed what he, Pilot, had been contemplating all day. From Grady, it had been straight to the point.This girl. No gimmicks. No theme. Justher.
Pilot couldn’t have agreed more. While he still loved the idea of the Faraday cages, that could wait until they had time to do it. Grady was right. This one was just Boh.
“Hey.”
He looked up and saw her, leaning shyly against the door to the kitchen. He went to her and drew her into his arms. “Hey. Did you sleep okay?”
She nodded. “Sorry for nodding off on you.”
He kissed her. “Never apologize. You were tired. You hungry?”
She nodded, and he took her hand. “Come watch me cook.”
She sat with a glass of red wine in front of her, watching as Pilot prepared their supper. “You made this? All of it?”
Pilot grinned. “Told you I could cook.”
“Is there anything you can’t do?” There was no double meaning in her words and she was looking at him with eyes filled with nothing but … love. He cleared his throat and looked away. The ego in him wanted her to believe he was perfect, but that was no way to start a relationship. “There’s plenty I can’t do, Boh. Plenty. I can’t fix the mistakes I’ve made in my life.”
“No one can, baby.”
“I—” he faltered. “I made one big mistake, Boh, and even though I’m so happy with you, that mistake is still—”
“Eugenie?”
Pilot nodded. “For a man like me, for any man, to admit he’s been abused by a domestic partner … it’s hard. But I cannot start this thing with you without you knowing what I’ve had to deal with, in case … it comes back to hurt us. You’re 22 years old, Boh and—”
“My father sexually assaulted me from the age of twelve,” Boh interrupted him, her voice shaking. “My mother knew. My sisters knew. He died recently, and I refused to go to the funeral. My sister called me a whore. Awhore.” She got up and went to him. “And until the day I met you, I never knew what happiness could be. What trust and love and honesty meant. And until last night, the person I most wanted to rage against was him for hurting me. But now, I want to kill that bitch for ever,ever, hurting you.”
Pilot was stunned by her declaration, by the revelation of her terrible past. “If your father wasn’t already dead …”
She smiled grimly. “We both have damage. Together, I know we can make it okay again, beautiful man.” Her voice was a whisper now, and although her face showed her youth, her words made her sound more mature than he could ever have expected.
“I adore you,” Pilot said. “I adore you, Boheme, and we’ve known each other what? A week?”
“Time is a human construct. It has nothing to do with love, Pilot Scamo.” She tilted her head up to kiss him and his lips crushed against hers.
Boh reached over and switched off the stove, pulling the boiling water from the flame, slipping a lid on the sauce. Pilot watched her, his hands on her waist, and when she looked back at him, he knew what she was doing. “We can have this later, Pilot,” she said softly.
“Later?”
She looked up at from beneath her lashes. “After…”
She took his hand and led him to his bedroom. Her apparent confidence was belied by the fact she was trembling uncontrollably. Pilot nodded. “It’s okay,” he said, his lips against hers, “I’ll show you.”
She nodded and lifted her arms for him to slide her sweatshirt over her head. Pilot dropped her top onto the floor, and bent to kiss her mouth, then trailed his lips along her jawbone. His fingers slid under the straps of her bra and drew them down her shoulders. Boh leaned into him as he kissed her shoulders, her collarbone, her throat.
Pilot looked into her face; he could tell she was scared but he could also see the desire in them. “Baby, one word and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice was a whisper. Her fingers were in his hair, stroking his dark curls, and he lifted her into his arms, laying her down onto the bed. He slowly unzipped her blue jeans and pulled them off, his hands on her body, stroking her belly. He loved that she wasn’t skin and bones, that she had retained her curves even if she was toned and athletic. He pressed his lips against the soft curve of her belly, rimming her navel with his tongue and his hands drew her panties down her legs.
Boh gasped as he moved lower and his mouth found her shaved sex. His tongue lashed around her clit, teasing and probing, and she felt a flood of emotion and pleasure slow through her. He was being gentle, holding back, she knew because he had guessed it was her first consensual time. As his mouth pleasured her, Boh finally let go, tears rolling down her face but with a smile on her face. He made her come, gasping and panting and writhing, and when he moved up the bed to kiss her mouth, she smiled at him through her tears.
Pilot kissed the tears away. “Are you okay?”
“More than, Pilot. More than. These are happy tears, I promise.” She reached down and cupped his erection through his jeans. “Please, Pilot … I want you.”
He stripped quickly and rolled a condom down over his impressively big cock. As he hitched her legs around his waist, his eyes were serious. “Remember, you want to stop, we stop.”
