Page 11 of Dangers of Love

My hands in her hair, sliding down her back. The soft skin just above the waist of her pants. Lips parted, and tongues touched, explored. Territory that was familiar but still exciting.

Blood rushed south as I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap. I groaned as she settled with a leg on either side, core pressing down on my rock-hard erection. The eager little noises she made as she rocked against me had me desperate with the need for more.

I caught her bottom lip between my teeth, lightly tugging on it, and then I slid my hands under her shirt, the heat of her skin sending a wave of warmth through my entire body. I’d never wanted a woman the way I wanted her, and though it would take some maneuvering, I knew I could be inside her within a minute. That wet heat squeezing my dick until I exploded.

The thought came to me then that I was the only man to know what it felt like to have her like that, and something sparked deep in me. Not jealousy, exactly, but the desire to keep things that way. Me not just being her first, but her only.

My mouth moved from her lips to her jaw and down her throat. She tossed her head back, and I kissed my way down her neck, pausing to worry at the skin over her collarbone, fighting the urge to mark her, claim her as mine. I hadn’t earned that right.

Yet.

It was that thought that stopped me, had me pulling my hands from under her shirt. Her fingers were between us, on the button to my pants, and I caught her wrists.

“You don’t want…” Her words trailed off, and the flush in her cheeks deepened.

“I want,” I assured her. “Fuck, Aline, I want so much.”

“But?” The word was cautious, as if she was waiting to hear my answer before she reacted.

“But as much as I want you, I want to do this right.” I closed my eyes, hardly believing what I was going to say. “I think we should take it a little slower this time.”

I waited for her response, heart thudding against my ribcage.

“Not because that’s what everyone else would say?”

I opened my eyes and shook my head, relieved at her question. “I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says or thinks. This is between you and me.”

She put her hand under my chin and lifted until I had no choice but to see her. “Good answer.”

She brushed her lips across mine, a kiss far more chaste than the others we’d shared, and then climbed back into her seat.

“Give me a second, and I’ll walk you up,” I said. “Don’t need anyone calling the cops on me for public indecency.”

When she gave me a puzzled look, I gestured toward the tent in my pants. A new rush of color flooded her cheeks, tempting me to take back what I’d said just so I could try to make all of her turn that pretty shade of red.

I kept my head on straight, though. I really did want this to work.

Six

Aline

The momentI walked into the apartment, Martina was there, demanding to hear all about my date. It wasn’t late, so we shared a pint of fudge ripple ice cream, and I filled her in on everything – though I did cut back on the details of the make-out session.

I wanted to be alone when I finally let myself think about that, which meant it wasn’t until I stepped into the shower that I allowed myself to recall each delicious moment of my night, from the delight in Eoin’s eyes when I’d agreed to go out with him, all the way up to the light kiss he’d given me outside the door to the apartment.

Once I reached the end of my trip down recent memory lane, I was back to being as worked up as I had been when I’d first gotten out of the car. My entire body was humming with unfulfilled desire. It was strange. I’d gone through adolescence without sex and never felt like I’d missed out. I hadn’t regretted the times I’d turned down dates, ignored romantic possibilities.

Now, I craved that physical contact. Sex. With Eoin. When I’d kissed him, that had been where I’d seen things going. To bed. With him. Again.

Was this normal? I knew there were men who didn’t want to be a girl’s first because they feared she’d misconstrue pleasure for love. I’d always believed that if I went into all sexual experiences without expectation of any connection beyond the physical, I wouldn’t fall into that trap. Now, I was starting to wonder if the stereotype of the clingy virgin had some scientific basis. Would another man have made me feel the same way if he’d been my first?

Or was it just Eoin?

I could picture him, every inch of that amazing body of his, and not just how he looked either. I could recall the texture of the hair on his legs, the thin trail down his torso. I knew the lines that defined his muscles and the scars that were as much a part of him as everything else.

My hand slid down my stomach, and I imagined it was his long fingers delving between my legs and slipping over my clit. A shiver ran through me, and I closed my eyes. A quick circle over that bundle of nerves brought back everything that had built up inside me while Eoin and I had been kissing, when his hands had been on me.

I let those feelings, those memories, that pressure, bubble up, fill me with more and more pleasure until I finally exploded, gasping his name as I came. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I leaned my forehead against the wall, waiting for my body to come back to itself.

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