Page 12 of Purity

Her brow furrows. “With my contract. Mari and I are going shopping to buy me some cute outfits. You know, so I can dress slutty.” When she says the last word in an almost whispered voice, I almost laugh. She’s so sheltered, she still can barely even say sex-related words. How does she think she’s going to lose her virginity in three months?

She’s probably not really going to do it. She didn’t even want to spend the night in my apartment that time she came down with a fever during her visit to LA. Even with a 101 temperature, she still tried to insist on making the hour and a half drive home at the end of the day. If I hadn’t called her parents and gotten them on my side, she probably would have. That was barely over a year ago.

She couldn’t have changed this much in a year. I’m probably freaking out for nothing.

“And then we’re planning on going out to the bars tomorrow night,” she says. “Can you come? I’m hoping if I get drunk, I’ll be able to loosen up enough to start flirting and maybe even make out with a guy.”

When her face lights up, I want to hit something. Oh God, I don’t like this. I don’t even like hearing her say it.

“I can do that.” I manage a small smile, but then I look at her sternly. “I’ll be ordering all your drinks and keeping an eye on them all night. And you won’t be going off anywhere by yourself. Not your first time drinking.”

Her lips form a little mocking pout. “Yes, Daddy.”

I snort. That’s yet another innocent thing she does. She says things that are completely innocuous to her but highly sexual to a filthy bastard like me. Without fail, it makes my dick twitch.

“Do you think you can come help me pick out a dress, too?” she asks. “I know Mari is going to try to get me to show off my whole chest no matter what, because she’s really trying to get me out of my shell, and I feel like you might be a good foil for her.”

I frown. “How so?”

“Well, I think you’ll tell me if a dress is too much. If it shows off way more of my boobs than most girls do when they go out.”

I clench my jaw. “You want me to look at dresses and tell you if they show off too much of your boobs?”

Her expression shutters. “I mean, if that’s too awkward for you—”

“No, no,” I interrupt. “It’s not awkward. I’m happy to do it.”

A half-truth. Unfortunately, the part of me that’s happy to do it might also compel me to give her an impulsive, “Yes, I’ll have sex with you,” at the sight of those big, beautiful, and probably soft—

Fuck, I’m doing it again.

When I lift my gaze, she’s staring up at me probingly.

“What?” I ask.

“I have one more thing to ask you.” She sucks in both lips before letting them out of her mouth slowly. “Would it be too weird for you to give me my first kiss?”

The question is soft and timid, and it makes me hot everywhere. Why am I being tortured like this?

Still, it’s just one kiss, and it’s her first. A primitive part of me wants to have it, even if I can never have anything else. Given her inexperience, it probably won’t even be much of a kiss. Just a peck.

I can handle a peck.

I smile warmly at her. “Sure.”

When she pouts her lips slightly, a prickle of foreboding spreads over my skin. Just looking at that full mouth makes me want to pull her to the ground.

I take a deep, shaky breath before stepping forward. She’s so tiny that I have to lower my head quite a bit to bring my face close to hers. When our lips are inches apart, I set my hand gently on her cheek and trail it down.

That’s a mistake.

The warmth of her skin sends an electrical charge into my gut and propels me to crash my mouth against hers. She doesn’t kiss me back right away, but she parts her lips, and, oh God, they’re so soft. As soft and sweet as a marshmallow. I nibble at them a few times before slipping my tongue inside her mouth.

Her tongue is heaven against mine, even when she doesn’t move it. You need to stop now. You’ll lose yourself if you don’t. I’m just about to force myself to pull away when she ignites.

She kisses me back, her tongue massaging mine. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. This is far too aggressive for a first kiss, probably because she’s trying to do what she thinks is right. Jesus Christ, I’m going to explode. I grip her shoulders and pull her small, plump body against mine, relishing all that delicious softness.

When she releases a quiet little hum, I grind my hips against her. Oh God, I want to plunder her. I want to shove her against that tree behind us, yank down her pants, and—

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