Page 13 of Kodiak

“Come here, Luna,” he says, wiggling his fingers in his direction.

My feet lift up off the ground and begin eating up the distance between us.

Talk about a homing beacon!

My breath hitches in anticipation the closer I get to him. I thought I’d be more nervous about being yanked out of my comfort zone. If anything, the adventurous side of me that I’d long ago buried rises and I can’t wait to feel the fireworks explode behind my eyes as he possesses my body, throwing it into an erotic submission.

CHAPTER EIGHT

KODIAK

The nervous energycoming off of her has me counting to ten so I don’t shred her clothes and mount her like a wild man. My animalistic instincts are riding me, my brain and dick at war with each other.

“We don’t have to do anything other than talk,” I say, attempting to reassure her. I’m no longer a teenager wanting to hit home base, I can control my baser side.

“It’s not that,” she quickly reveals. “It’s just… I’m worried.”

“What has you worried, Moon girl? I need your words so we can work through it.”

I want to slay the fear worming its way into our evening plans. Being with a man like me is different from her past conquests. I’m not eloquent or chivalrous, I don’t hold back from going after what I want, and I sure as hell don’t bite my tongue when there’s something I want to say. I don’t want to scare her away, but I want her with a desperation I’ve never felt before.

“I’m not experienced, Marcum.” When I give her a look full of fright, she expands her explanation. “I’ve had sex, but it was with someone I was in a relationship with.”

“So you’re not worried about being with me? What has you standing there like a deer caught in the headlights is due to the fact that you’ve never fucked someone you weren’t already committed to?” I ask for clarification.

“In a nutshell… yes,” she replies.

She momentarily clamps her eyes shut and I know there’s more. “What else?”

She clears her throat and conveys, “My experiences, for lack of a better word, weren’t all that dynamic. They were… bland.”

“Vanilla?” I clarify.

“Yes,” she says, bobbing her head. “It’s why when I write sex scenes into my storylines, I use my imagination before channeling my past experiences. I mean, it’s not like I’m into BDSM or anything like that, but well… Iknowfrom my research for my books that there are other positions out there! Pathetic, huh?”

Right now, her face is beet red, but what bothers me more is the insecurity pouring out of her has me wishing I could track down these men that didn’t give her that glow she should have when talking about her past‘experiences’. No woman should ever feel like she was at fault when it’s the man’s job to bring the vixen out of her.

“Not on your part, no. Luna, the men you’ve been with, should’ve made you feel wanton and shit. It’s us who are responsible for making sure you enjoy yourself, not the other way around.Sounds like to me that they were in it for one thing… themselves.”

“My ex said I was broken because I never… climaxed,” she bashfully says. That explains why she’s so timid and still not as close to me as I’d like her to be. It also tells me that the likelihood that one of her former boys, and let me be clear, they were definitely boys, never ate her like she was the finest meal in the world and they were starving.

“Come here, Luna,” I repeat myself. She’s not going to realize there’s nothing wrong with her until I prove it to her. Actions speak louder than words. “I want you in my arms.”

She shuffles her feet in place before gathering her courage and eating up the rest of the distance between us. I scoot over onto the cot pad and lift my hand up to help her. The cavern floor is cold and uncaring. I don’t want her to crack her kneecap when she bends down. When her hand hits mine, I pull her down into my lap.

“That’s better,” I say as I snuggle her back into my chest and wrap my arms and legs around her, adding some warmth to her trembling body. I don’t think she’s shaky because there’s a slight chill in the air—my thoughts are that it’s skittish energy. Something I plan to nix once I get my hands on her.

“Much better,” she acknowledges, parroting my words.

Her perfume wafts into my sinuses and I can’t help myself when I bend over and begin skimming my lips across her pulse point. When I begin nibbling on the lobe of her ear, she starts moaning. Every sound she makes begins chipping away at the iceberg encasing my heart. There’s something so beautifully naive and enticing about her that I can’t resist.

“I don’t think the problem was you,” I whisper into her ear. “It was them. Their issue. You’re so responsive to me.”

My compliment hits her where I want it to—between her thighs. When her legs begin scissoring back and forth, trying to find some friction on her clit, I decide to be a gentleman, for the first time in my life, and give her a helping hand. I glide my palm between her legs and add some pressure to her center. When her hips buck, I lightly bite down on her clavicle causing her to release a yip.

“Marcum,” she moans out my name as her head lolls to the side.

“Can I take your clothes off, Luna? I want to worship your body.”

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