Page 40 of Virgin Lust

“Shepherd.” He stood as I said his name, and his crotch was almost directly in my face. My eyes rounded on his huge bulge in his jeans. I sucked in a breath and looked down.

“Don’t.” Shepherd said as my forehead bumped his penis.

“Oops,” I blurted as my ears and face burned with embarrassment.

Oh, Hades!I hid my face quickly.I’m terrible at sexy stuff.

“Come here,” he said as he lifted me up until I was standing. I touched his chest, unsure where to put my hands.

Actually,I knew just what to do, starting with techniques that would make the man cry out my name. Problem was, I’d never done any of them on someone who wasn’t in a dream.

I felt new and uncertain, so different from the brazen female overwhelmed by Lust. I really wanted to touch him—to be touched.Damn it!Why did my hands shake so bad?

Trying to get my trembling under control, I didn’t hear Shepherd.

“Prudence.Look at me.”

Glancing up, I was met by two green gems boring down on me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes!”

“Then is this your first time?” His mouth fell open, and then he caressed my shoulders. “How?You’re so beautiful and your curse—”

“I was in your dreams for a reason, Shepherd,” I admitted, waiting for him to piece together the truth.

“You feed your curse through people’s dreams.”

“I didn’t want to share my body with anyone. It might sound silly, but it’s something important to me. I want a connection with someone before I have sex, so that it feels right.”

His stare shifted to purple. Then Shepherd began trembling.Why?“You shouldn’t have said that.” He stepped away, covering his eyes.

My stomach churned. “You’re disappointed I’m so different from my curse.”

Lowering his arm, he looked up. “What? No.” He came back to me and caressed my cheek. “You have no idea what I’m thinking. It’s taking all my control not to flip you over my shoulder and carry you to your room.”

His words went straight to my core and ignited my body. “What are you waiting for?”

Shepherd snaked his arm around my waist, and my heart fluttered like a wild bird.

“Put your legs around me,” he ordered. I jumped and wrapped my long legs around him. He held me effortlessly and bounded up the stairs. Pressing my lips against his collarbone, I inhaled a woodsy smoke as he carried me. God, I loved his scent.

“Jesus, how long are these stairs?” Shepherd murmured as he ran. His palm gripped one of my ass cheeks, and I whimpered as my arousal flowed from me. “I can’t wait to taste you. Your scent…Fuck!I’m going to devour you.”

Oh, God. Good thing he held me because my knees were weak. I loved it when the men in dreams talked dirty.

I squeezed my arms tighter around his neck. “Keep talking.”

“Hmm.”

Tingles spread all over me as Shepherd whispered in my ear.

“What do you want me to say, Princess?” I sniffed him again, and his grip strengthened. “Be honest. You like it when I call you my princess.”

God, yes.“I’m not a princess.”

He nipped my ear, and my clit throbbed. “Where’s your bedroom?”

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