Page 6 of His Promise

What am I thinking? She’s a freshman, a disaster waiting to happen if I so much as breathe in her direction. I should not be kissing her.

Somehow, I manage to pull away, ignoring her disappointed look. “You really should get back on the couch if you know what’s good for you.”

I should shove her away or get up and leave. There’s a rickety old couch in the TA office on campus I can sleep on. But I can’t make a move, only glare at her fiercely.

She looks up at me for a long time, her cheeks glowing as she traces her eyes over my body, lingering at how my textbook is still sitting awkwardly in my lap, covering up my throbbing erection. “I’m not sure if I know what’s good for me anymore,” she murmurs, looking away demurely.

There’s nothing I can do but toss my book aside and haul her onto my lap, grinding her soft body against mine.

“God, Maci,” I growl against her mouth. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?”

Chapter 5

Maci

I don’t know how I went from hating his guts to straddling his lap and grinding against his hard body. Every word he’d spokes, every movement of his hands, even the way he’d kept glaring at me had gotten me worked up—I couldn’t stand that he was so attractive and rude at the same time. Then he went and said something sweet. When he kissed me, I was done fighting it.

He gave me an out, but I didn’t want to take it. So now, I’m in his lap. I press closer to him as his tongue invades my mouth. The way his hands move up and down my sides, his thumbs stroking my breasts with every pass, has me squirming against him. The bulge in his boxers rubs me just the right way, and I’ve never felt so alive.

The only thing that gives me pause is how much I actually like him after talking about our classes and finding out we have so much in common. I’m not supposed to get attached because I’m supposed to be figuring out my housing situation for the year. A man like him probably doesn’t even want to get involved with an inexperienced virgin like me. What if he gets pissed off when he realizes how inexperienced I am? My nerves start to break through his intoxicating caresses, and I slowly push away.

“Wait a second,” I say miserably. “I need to tell you something, and I’m begging you ahead of time not to judge me too hard.”

He grins, melting my reservations. “We can go as slow as you like.”

He takes me by the hips and lifts me off his lap, laying me on his bed. His hand slowly eases up my thigh, and I let my eyes drift shut as I spread my legs for him. This feels much too good for it all to stop, but I have to tell him.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurt, looking at him fearfully for his reaction. “Please don’t hate me.”

His hand stills, and his smile fades. “Are you teasing me?” When I shake my head, he leans down, his mouth close to my ear, and his hand slowly starts moving again. “That doesn’t change anything for me, baby.”

“It doesn’t?” I say, and he chuckles darkly in my ear. The sound causes warmth to pool in my belly, and I forcefully remind myself that I can’t let myself get carried away with all the feelings bubbling away inside me.

My eyes flutter shut again as his fingers find their way under my shorts. He kisses me gently, nudging my mouth open with his tongue as he runs his finger along my slick heat. My hips jut up off the bed at the sensation.

“No, it doesn’t. I want to be the first man in this tight, wet cunt.”

“Gage,” I whine, pressing my hips into his fingers.

His fingers stop working their way under my shorts, and he begins to ease them down my hips. I wriggle to help him, so eager, I can barely breathe. The feelings he’s awakened inside me are almost too much to handle. My mind is blank, my heart is racing, and every touch sends firebolts straight to my core.

“Say it. Say you want me to make you feel good.”

His voice rolls over me as sinuously as his fingertips. “Please,” I gasp. “I want you to make me feel good.”

When my shorts are off, he smiles and kisses his way up from my ankle. I tremble with anticipation, and he laughs softly when he reaches the top of my thighs.

“Has anyone ever licked you here?” he asks, his tongue swiping at my swollen nub. I nearly jump out of my skin, and he takes my hips to still me.

“No,” I sigh. “Keep going.”

“You sound like you’re having trouble focusing, Maci,” he says, his tongue moving slowly up and down my slippery folds.

He’s not wrong. I can hardly focus on anything in this moment but the sensations he’s drawing out of me. “I don’t know what to do or say,” I admit, embarrassed at my obvious inexperience, and cover my face with my hands.

He pulls them away. “Whatever you want. Whatever feels good.”

“It all feels good,” I say, but let my hands wander to his soft hair, enjoying the feel of the strands through my fingers as he lowers his head again.

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