Page 89 of All Your Firsts

“I trust you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I do.”

As I gaze into his eyes, a tingling sensation burns in my chest and travels to my belly.

I want him.

I want more.

“I want you to be my first,” I say before I lean up to give him a kiss.

He pulls his head away and looks at me. “Not right now.”

The tingling and burning vanish as embarrassment washes over me.

I wish the darkness could swallow me whole. I can’t believe I just threw myself at him, and he rejected me.

I try to move out of his arms, but his grip tightens.

“Why?”

“Because you aren’t you yet.”

I nod as my heart drops into my stomach. He sees me as damaged.

“I’m broken.”

“You’re not broken, baby.”

“Then, why?”

His gaze locks onto mine as his hand gently brushes against my face.

“I want to see the fire in your eyes as I touch you. Hear the ecstasy fall from your lips as I thrust into you. I want you to hold onto me, not because you’re scared, but because you can’t get close enough, because I can’t get deep enough. I want you to feel me in every way. I want to consume you.”

My breath catches in my throat. His words caress every piece of me inside and out. But I want more. I need more.

“But I want to feel you now.”

Indecision mars his features as he contemplates my words. He bites his lip as he looks into my eyes. He moves us to the stairs and then out of the pool. The feeling of weightlessness hits me at the same time as goose bumps pebble my flesh from the slight breeze.

“Are you going to take me in there?” I ask as I point at the guesthouse where he takes all his conquests.

He shakes his head. “You’ll never belong in there.”

He carries us through the house soaking wet, but neither of us cares. I’m lost in his eyes and the small smile he keeps giving me. Is he just as nervous as I am?

Vic places me on his bed and looks down at me with another expression I can’t decipher.

“I’ve been waiting for this exact moment since I first laid eyes on you,” he whispers as he trails his finger from my bottom lip down my chin and onto my neck. “Imagining you naked…” His finger travels between my breasts. “At my mercy to do with as I please. I tried to do the right thing. To stay away from you. But I can’t, not anymore. I won’t.” His eyes gaze into mine as his finger stops right above where I need him most. “Tell me you want this just as bad as I do. That you want me to taste you. To please you.”

“Yes.”

“Tonight, I plan to savor you as I should have done from the start.” He pulls my legs apart and rests them over his broad shoulders as his tongue meets my center.

I let out a surprised breath as his tongue explores me. This sensation surpasses all my wildest expectations.

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