Page 45 of Rocked: The Price of Dreams

He buried his hands into my hair. Moaning against my lips, he deepened the thrusts of his tongue into my mouth. The affect I had on him was intoxicating, empowering, addictive.

I tickled my fingers up and down his fine happy trail. His stomach flinched and flexed beneath my touch. Taking a deep breath, I dipped my hand beneath the top band of his boxer briefs. I cupped his cock. Hot, velvety hardness filled my palm. Fuck. Now what? I’d seen a ton of movies and talked about sex with Hunter and Kyle enough to know a bit about hand jobs. But that was all I had to work with. I enclosed my fingers around Ewan. Stroking up and down, I pumped him gently and circled my thumb around the head. The sticky goo weirded me out at first and his smooth skin slipping over steel felt strange. But the blissed-out look on Ewan’s face made it worthwhile. This was fun.

His eyes fluttered closed, and he lost focus on our kisses. His chiseled jaw tensed. And damn...the little moans rumbling in his throat turned me on even more.

He murmured against my ear, “Can I touch you?”

Oh. Hell. YES! “Yeah.”

My belly somersaulted as he popped open my jeans and unzipped them. His fingers quaked as he dipped them inside my panties and slid a finger between my folds.

I stilled, holding my breath. I was so wet. Did he like that?

But when he rubbed me up and down, I no longer cared. What he was doing felt so freaking good. I hooked my leg over his and rocked my hips into his touch. He circled, prodded, and probed. But he wasn’t hitting the right spot. I wriggled my hips. My body screamed at me. My insides clenched. “Higher,” I whispered over our kisses.

“Oh...okay.”

“Yeah...there.” Oh yeah. Now we’re talking.

I pumped his cock harder. Him touching me drove me crazy. But when he dipped his finger inside me, my heart leaped off the bed. My head collapsed deeper into the pillow. Oh, wow.

“You’re so wet.” He trailed a line of kisses up my throat. “And feel so good.”

“Thanks.” Fuck. What did you say to a guy feeling you up? But I liked the pace. I liked him going steady. I hated that my jeans were restrictive. Was I ready to go next level? Yeah. “Um...do you want to get naked? Get under the covers?”

He swallowed hard, then nodded. A sexy, wicked grin slid across his lips. “You wanna?”

“Yep.”

Our jeans joined our shirts on the floor.

Ewan ripped the quilt back, revealing glossy black sheets. We shuffled back onto the bed.

He pressed soft, searing kisses across my belly, over my breasts and up my neck. Heaven. I couldn’t believe it had taken me so long to do this. But yeah, I’d never found the right guy.

His lips met mine, and we returned to touching and stroking each other. The temperature in the room had risen by one hundred degrees. His fingers pulsing in and out of me made my toes curl. Tilting my hips toward him, I wriggled to find the right friction. The tension inside me was coiling hotter and tighter, but I couldn’t find release.

Fuck! This was ridiculous. I’d come this far.

Just do it.

I’m ready.

“Ewan...?Do you wanna...you know...?” Did he know what I meant?

As he hovered over me, his gaze locked onto mine. Want, desire, and sheer terror simmered in the depths of his eyes. My god. This guy was a college jock. He would have slept with hundreds of girls.

“You sure? Only if you’re sure,” he said.

What if the chance didn’t come my way again for months? Even years? This guy was fucking hot. I wasn’t after love or a boyfriend. I just wanted to lose my virginity to find out what all the fuss was about. To get it over and done with. I didn’t give a shit and held no sentimental value to the occasion. “Yeah. I am.”

Oh, wait. I was a virgin. Fuck. What if I bled? I winced. I’d hate to ruin his fancy quilt cover.

“Hey?” Concern lilted his voice. “We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

What kind of guy got naked and made out with a girl and was then happy to stop? I’d found a fucking freak. Thank goodness. There were good guys out there. Just like Kyle and Hunter.

“It’s not that.” Shit. Shit. Shit. “I’ve just...never done it before.”

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