Maybe she’s nervous about the fact she’s a virgin, or perhaps it’s something else—something I can’t even let into my head right now. Reaching forward, I palm her sweet core at the same time as stroking myself, getting us both ready. She shudders and starts moaning, pushing back against me. When I slip a finger inside of her, she grips me tightly, giving me an aching preview of what she will feel like wrapped around my dick.

“Oh… fuck.”

I can’t wait anymore. My head is hazy. All that exists is my woman, her heat, my dick, the primal need for connection.

Hooking one hand between her beautiful soft stomach and her leg, I pull myself closer, using my other to guide my dick toward her entrance. This isn’t how I planned to take her virginity. I thought we’d flirt in the pool, get close, then I’d take her to the relaxation room and lay her on her back. This is savage. She’s trapped—mine.

I bring my swollen head to her opening, pushing against her, feeling her walls part for me.

“Stop,” she whispers. It’s like she’s forcing the words out. I look up, somehow dragging my gaze away from her ass and meeting her eyes. Her mouth is twisted in indecision. “We… we can’t. I’m sorry, Luke. I shouldn’t have let it get this far.”

She rolls onto her back, then stands awkwardly, made more difficult by her pants trapping her. She huffs and pulls her pants up, turning away.

“Where are you going?” I say.

She looks at me over her shoulder. That’s a good thing. It means I can’t see her juicy tits, except I can, just a little, the edge of them from behind. I attempt to tame myself.

“I can’t do this,” she replies. “I want to forget. I want to pretend nothing else matters and that nothing else exists, but just thinking about… Well, you know what—who—” She corrects herself and finishes, “… I’m thinking about.”

I swallow, indecision of my own touching me. One half of my savage heart wants to ignore her, rush forward and grab her, drive my manhood against the tight material of her pants, yank them down, and push my slick dick hotly deep inside her. The other half knows what I have to do, and that’s the part I listen to. The emotion in her voice and her eyes tug at the civilized part of me.

“You don’t have to leave,” I tell her. “I understand. I’m not just interested in you for that, Maci. We’ve still got our lunch and our date.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. She turns, making this more difficult all over again. Her breasts bounce temptingly with each movement. It’s unbelievable that she’d ever doubt how perfect her body is. Her eyes flit to my cock, still rock-hard, still ready to plunge deep inside her.

“Really?” she says.

“I want you, Maci,” I tell her. “Of course, that means your tight, warm, virgin slit. It means your big ass and your perfect thick tits, but I want you, not just your body. I want your passion. I want that beautiful smile. I want this connection that I feel—the one I know you can feel, too.”

She makes a whimpering noise, threatening to turn me into a beast again. A vision flashes into my mind. Grab her, bend her over again, tear down her pants, and this time, drive hard and deep into her, giving neither of us time to think about how wrong this is.

“I feel it,” she whispers.

“But you better get dressed,” I tell her, “or I won’t be able to stop.”

“I’m sorry,” she says. “Really.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” I quickly reply. “I’d never force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“That’s not right,” she murmurs, leaning down for her shirt. “I want to, but?—”

“I know,” I cut in.

She nods, biting her lip—another gesture that makes me borderline savage. It’s almost enough to have me leap on her again. I clench my hands at my sides, stopping myself.

“Oh yeah,” she murmurs. “We’re supposed to be forgetting, aren’t we? Pretending?”

I nod, but it’s getting more challenging to shut out the rest of the world. An eerie sensation creeps over me, almost like Kayla is in the water, watching us, judging.

Maci pulls on her shirt.

“No, wait,” I tell her.

She tilts her head. “What?”

I stare at her nipples poking through the fabric, my hands shaking. “Put your bra on, too. I want to… touch you so badly.”

She turns away, taking off her shirt again. I think about the dress I bought for her. It’ll probably be better if she stays in what she’s currently wearing. I meant what I told her. She’s not just a body. She’s not just desire. She’s so much more than that.