Page 46 of Rocked: The Price of Dreams

“Wait. What?” He jerked his chin back.

I slumped, sinking ten inches into the depths of the pillow. I wanted the mattress to swallow me whole. “Do I have to say it again?”

“No... It’s just that...neither have I.”

I laughed. Obviously too loudly because he drew back farther and pinched his brows together. No humor touched his eyes. “Why is that funny?”

I zipped my lips. “But...but...you’re in college? A star hockey player?”

He ran his hands over my boobs, teasing and tweaking my nipples. Each one made the hot pulses between my legs quicken.

“I swear on my trust fund, I’ve never done it.” He dipped his head and circled his tongue around my bud. “I’ve made out with a few chicks, but I’ve never had sex.”

I combed my fingers through his hair. “And you want to do it with me?”

His smoldering gaze raked over my chest and back up again. “Yeah. You’re fucking hot. A rock star. You’re every guys’ fantasy. Well...mine, anyway.”

I doubted that. But...owning it. “How do you get to college and still be a virgin?”

He kissed up the side of my neck. “My parents, until this year, kept me on a tight leash. I had to get into law school or the ice hockey team before I was allowed to go out. I nailed both.”

“So?” I ran my foot up and down the back of his leg. The tiny hairs tickled my toes. “Are you sure you want to sleep with me?”

He tucked my hair behind my ear, then kissed me. “Absolutely.”

“Well then.” I circled my hands around his broad shoulders. “We’re on the same page. But...” I cringed. “There might be blood.”

He kissed the tip of my nose. “I have three older sisters. None of that shit bothers me. My sheets are black. I can just wash them after, or would you be comfortable with a towel?”

Seriously? What planet had this guy come from? The majority of the guys at my school were dicks about sex. The girls talking about their first times had never included any good experiences. Mine was fucking awesome so far, I hoped it didn’t change when I actually did the deed. But I didn’t want a furry towel under my ass. “I’m good.” Butterflies dipped and dived in my tummy. “So do youhave a condom?”

I couldn’t believe those words had slipped past my lips. Was this actually gonna happen?

“Yeah. I do.” He rolled sideways and dug into his nightstand and retrieved a foil packet. He waved it at me. “You can still change your mind.”

I shot forward and kissed him, hard and deep. “No chance.” Too much fire coiled through me. It had to be put out.

“Okay.” He dragged his lips away from mine. “I’m not gonna last much longer if you kiss me like that. Let me get this damn thing on.”

He fumbled with the packet, tearing it open. I’d never seen someone’s hands tremble so much. He held the condom, turning it this way and that. His nerves somehow smothered mine.

I placed my hand on his arm. “Pointy bit up.”

My mother had grilled me on how to have safe sex. When I’d started hanging out with Kyle and Hunter, she’d showed me how to put a condom on using a carrot. It was the only thing she’d ever taught me.

“Yep. Got it.” He fumbled again, fidgeted, and rolled it on.

My eyebrow arched. All this talk hadn’t hindered his erection. My god! He was big. How was that thing going to fit inside me?

Only one way to find out.

Drawing him over me, I hooked my leg over his butt. His hardness pressed against my crotch. Slicing my fingers into his hair, I kissed him. Our tongues sizzled together.

With a jerk, my hips tilted toward him of their own accord. I needed him. Wanted him. Now.

“Gemma?” The urgency in his voice matched the throb between my legs. “Can I?”

“Yeah. Just steady.” Shit. Here goes nothing.

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