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But there’s something else.

An edge of hesitation in her still.

Once she settles some, once either of us can speak after such an intense climax, I know she’s got something on her mind.

“I… I’m…” she gasps between breaths, but I know its hesitation in her voice.

“What is it?” I demand, hoping I haven’t done anything wrong.

“I’m a virgin,” she sighs, and I hold her tight.

Tighter than ever as I kiss her forehead and hope, only hope she can feel the love pouring from my heart for her right now.

“Oh, Sophie. That’s just the best news,” I gasp, and kiss her deeply again.

Safe in the knowing I’ll be her first.

Content that she’ll be mine and nobody else’s.

Chapter Nine

Sophie

I’ve never been with a man. Never even really touched myself. Not like that.

Certainly not like that.

What Thorn does, what I never even thought possible, it takes everything I have to hold back until it takes me over completely.

His huge hands on my body are so delicate, but firm when he senses they have to be and I know I’m not just his for now, but I’ll still be pushing hard to have some more of this as often as I can, that’s for sure.

But me being a virgin. I thought it would bother him, like it was a bad thing to be inexperienced.

Thorn couldn’t be happier, and my hands tracing down his hard body, feeling his chest and abs through his shirt, all the way to his thick, stiff cock make me realize something else.

He’ll want his release too. He’ll want sex. All men do, right?

But I’m shocked when he tells me it’s the best news, when he tells me that’s just what he wanted to hear.

“Just tell me this is what you want,” he demands again, and my head nods in agreement, but I know he’s thinking beyond the moment.

“I want you, Sophie,” he growls. “I will claim you, but not here. Not in my truck.”

“I don’t mind!” I hear myself saying quickly, not wanting to lose the magic of the moment or Thorn’s desire for me a minute longer.

But he’s made up his mind.

“No. Not here, but by god, how you make me hard Sophie. I want to fuck you until you come on my cock and then for another whole day after that. D’ya hear me?” he growls.

I twist and writhe against him as we kiss again, really not minding if he wants to go all the way. I’ve had a taste of what Thorn can deliver and I only know that I’m hooked.

“Can you wait?” he asks me, and I feel my face becoming a question, my hands sliding down again to meet his thick hardness.

“Can you?” I ask, purring as I feel the heat from him through the denim, dwarfing my hands as I try and get a grip on him through his clothes.

I recognize my own voice, but it feels like someone else is speaking.

The new me, the one where everything works out for a change and I finally get the end result that I not only want, but one that makes my whole life better.

In one word: Thorn.

“I’ve waited my whole life for you, for this,” he tells me. “I can wait. I want to claim you properly, make you mine… someplace else that’s all.”

I can understand, him wanting to make things special is sweet.

It’s what makes him a gentleman.

“It is a nice truck though,” I offer, managing to take it in now. It’s so new, so clean inside. I never knew the inside of trucks could be so nice.

Or maybe it’s just his company. Having him so close to me. Feeling the way he’s made me feel.

Thorn opens his mouth to say something, but then thinks better of it.

He kisses me again instead, and after he kicks his boots off we lay for a while on the low bunk. He pulls the coverlet over us both and I close my eyes, snuggling up against his warmth to the sound of the rain that’s started to fall on the rig.

“What?” I ask him, hearing his muffled laughter to himself with my face against his chest.

“It is a nice truck,” he agrees, and pecks the top of my head with a kiss.

“Tell me we don’t have to go anywhere,” I ask him, sitting up just enough to put my face in front of his.

“Tell me we can just lay like this for a while.”

“We can,” he promises me. “And we will, if that’s what you want,” he says softly.

“I was supposed to be taking you home though, someplace safe,” he adds, and I can’t help but feel a little stab of guilt about my dad, thinking about what happens next.

But I do just want to lay and enjoy this right now, so I force the thought to the back of my mind, relieved when Thorn doesn’t pursue it, only nuzzling me with his chin and pulling me tighter against him.

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