Page 22 of Pack Giroux

Tossing back the blanket and fighting off the army of pillows, I get back up and walk over to my jacket to grab my phone. Curling up in the chair in the corner, I text Kinkaid. For a moment, my heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest for exposing a weakness, but I remember who it is that I'm texting.

Kind of lonely in here.

It doesn't take him but a few seconds before I see his little bubbles pop up saying he's texting back.Want to try my room instead?

I swallow hard and think even harder about his question.Am I ready for being in a guy's room and what it could possibly entail? Not for just any ole guy, but for Kinkaid? Yes.

Leaving my phone on the desk, I walk out into the hall and over to his door, giving it a quiet knock. He opens it like it was standing right on the other side waiting.

"I'm sorry," I tell him.

"Don't be," he replies, stepping to the side and letting me walk in. "I didn't think about how uncomfortable it might be for you to not have your normal scents and comfort items around you. I can sleep in there and you can sleep in here if you want. I don't know if that would make much of a difference, but I know my hoodie helped that day."

He's talking about giving up his space for me and possibly making himself uncomfortable just for me. It almost chokes me up, leaving me to beg in a whisper, "Can we stay in here?"

"You sure?" he asks, closing the distance between us.

I nod and he smiles down at me, noticing what I'm wearing. "Well, damn. We didn't even give you something to sleep in, did we? I didn't even think about it."

He goes over and rummages through a drawer, handing me a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. "I'm going to go grab a glass of water while you change. Want anything?"

I shake my head and wait until he leaves to strip down to my panties, hoping that people can't look through the glass of the window and see me practically naked. I hurry to put the shirt on, but debate on the pants. I know without a doubt that if I put those on, I'll be sweating before the night is halfway over. Instead, I fold them and lay them on his dresser with my glasses before getting on the bed and crawling under his blanket. Everything I touch smells just like him, and I find myself burrowing into it.

By the time he comes back, the only thing I've left visible is my face. He spots me mixed in with the pillows and laughs ashe moves to turn the lights off. My heart thuds in my chest as the bed sinks and he gets under the blanket with me.

Turning over to face me, he leaves a few inches between us. "Is this better?"

"Much," I answer honestly. "Thank you."

Sounds odd, but I can feel more than see his smile in the darkness.

I lay face up staring at the ceiling again. For all of how tired I was earlier, sleep still evades me. I turn my head to look at Kinkaid. His eyes are closed, and he looks peaceful. I almost feel bad for wanting to invade that peace, but my body is wanting something, and I think he may be the only one that's able to give it to me.

Turning to my side, I bring my lips to his cheek, and when his eyes open, to his mouth. He kisses me like he did earlier with his tongue slipping past my lips. One of his hands moves down to my hip, and he realizes that I didn't put the pants on. I know because he makes this growling noise in the back of his throat. It sets me on fire, and all of a sudden, I can't get close enough to him. His hand moves up, skimming up the skin of my side. It stops right under my breast, and his kisses stop.

"Sorry," he murmurs breathlessly. "We can stop."

But just like before, my body doesn't want to stop. Honestly, neither do I. I want to feel what it's like to be touched. "Please don't. I want it. I want you."

"Mmm," he hums against my lips as he presses our mouths together again. His hand finds my breast and the sensation is unbelievable. Then he rolls my nipple between two of his fingers, and I feel it right between my legs. My hips arch toward him and he makes that sound again.

I whine as his hand leaves my chest and traces a trail down my stomach. The sound has him coming up on his hands and knees, laying me flat against the bed. He slowly lifts myshirt, dropping his face to kiss every inch that he exposes. By the time the cold hits my hardened nipples, I'm practically vibrating with a need for something that I don't know what.

His lips close around one of the peaks and then the other, bringing my hips off the bed again. With his mouth keeping me so thoroughly distracted, I don't notice his hand moving lower until it's teasing the top of my panties. It stops as though asking permission. Placing mine over his, I push it underneath.

My eyes roll back in my head and I press it hard against the pillows as his fingers find this spot that feels so good as he plays with it. I work my hands up his body to rest them on his shoulders. I have half a second to wish that he'd taken off his shirt before his mouth is on the move again. I lose the grip on his shoulders as he moves down my body, kissing a fiery path.

When he makes it to my panties, he glances up to me. I watched him moving down, so when he looks at me I nod, giving him permission.

It isn't until he slips my panties down my legs that I get in my right mind enough to warn him. "I'm a virgin."

His hands settle on the outsides of my thighs as one of his eyebrows arch. "I kind of figured, but we won't be going that far, love. You're going to want your first time to be with Grady."

Lying here exposed to him, casually speaking of sleeping with another guy should mortify me, but it does the opposite. I squeeze my legs on him where he rests between them. "Why?"

"Because he doesn't have a knot," he explains without judgment.

"Oh," I say. "I didn't think of that."

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