Page 179 of Small Town Firsts
I nodded, but I couldn’t think around the invasion of his fingers.
He pulled out of me and went to my clit. “Sweet little circles until you’re ready for me. I want inside you so bad I can’t think straight, but I can wait. I’ve waited this long, right?” He laughed against my neck and I wanted to weep in reaction.
My stupid virginity was going to ruin everything.
“Where did you go?”
“Never mind.”
His eyebrows snapped down and he pulled his fingers from between my thighs before turning me toward him. “No, not never mind. No matter how much I want you, if it’s too soon, I’ll survive. I promise.”
I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. “No. I want this more than you could ever know.”
His fingers dug into my hips. “Thank God.”
I stared at his chin and traced the bristles of his scruffy face. My fingertips went farther down to his neck, where his Adam’s apple jumped under my touch.
The vibration of his growl made my skin prickle. Somehow, I’d thought I could just walk in and make this work. It wasn’t asif I was a complete novice about sex. I hadn’t actually had it, but I was a woman with needs. Some nights the only way I’d gotten to sleep with the stress and frustration of my life was to take care of myself.
But I’d been deluding myself that it compared to reality in any way.
He lowered his face until our gazes collided. “What?”
“I…”
“You…what?” He laughed. “You can tell me anything. You know that.” His dark brows pinched together. “Has someone hurt you?”
“No! Oh, God, no.” I blew out a breath. I was doing this all wrong. I slid out of his arms and paced the wide living space. “It’s not that. In fact, quite the opposite.”
He tunneled his fingers through his hair and gripped the back of his neck. His anger and heat had ignited a dangerous prickle of excitement in my bloodstream. That he’d been so upset on my behalf was only one of the reasons I was so head over heels about this idiot. “What does that mean?”
As a hint of something I couldn’t read filled his eyes, suddenly it was Seth who was pacing the length of the room.
He tugged the tails of his shirt out of his jeans. “You aren’t telling me what I think you’re telling me.”
I pushed a wild curl out of my face. My hair was finally drying and my curls were a little intense, thanks to the rain. “I mean, I know it’s crazy, but look at it from my point of view. I’m always working, or I was always taking care of my mom. I didn’t really have much time to date.”
I couldn’t spit out the word. I knew he needed it, but I just couldn’t get it off my tongue. I blocked him from making another path across the Aubusson carpet.
“Seth.”
“No. Don’t you ‘Seth’ me.” He grabbed me by the upper arms and lifted me onto my toes. “You spit it out right now.”
“I’ve sort of never done this with a person before.”
He dropped me back onto my feet and staggered back as he jammed his fingers into his hair again. He pulled until his thick near-black hair was as wild as mine. “No one has ever been inside you?”
I winced. It was kind of crazy when he put it like that. And I felt even more stupid. I folded my arms over my chest. “It’s not a big deal.”
He crossed to me and lifted me up, then crushed his mouth to mine.
Well, okay then. Guess that talk was over.
He curled my legs around his hips and walked me through the suite and kicked open the door to the bedroom. He set me on my feet at the end of the bed and lifted my dress over my head before I could say another word.
I crossed my arms over my chest again instinctively. My boobs were too big and my ass too shapely. I’d gotten my hourglass figure from someone in my family. My mother had been slight for as long as I could remember, but there were pictures.
Ones with her smiling on the shore of Crescent Cove in a bikini. We could have been twins once upon a time.
