Page 10 of Sweet Virgin

Chapter Four

Alaska

“You hungry?” Kealen asked, sitting on the edge of his bed, watching me sift through my bag on the floor. His hands were balled together, elbows resting on the top of his knees.

“I could eat, but. . .”

“But what?” Pushing up on his hands, he leaned back and cocked his head to the side. A tight smile fixed on his face as he watched me scroll through excuses inside my head.

There was really only one reason I couldn't go out and purchase an actual meal, I didn't have to tiptoe around the answer. He was already well aware of my lack of funds. I had agreed to stay with him in his room, if I could have afforded to pay for another room without using the only card I had, I would've.

“I have a hundred dollars left in my pocket, I should try and save it. At least until I can get some sort of job so I can get back on the road.”

“I didn't ask you if you had money, I asked if you were hungry. Let me buy you dinner.”

Sitting up on my haunches, I stared at him. It was a nice gesture, but he had already done enough for me by letting me stay with him. I didn't want to be a burden on him anymore than I already was, and I definitely didn't want him to think I was trying to take advantage of his generosity either.

“No, thank you, but I can't let you do that. I'll just grab something from the vending machine.”

Scrubbing his jaw with his hand, his lip curled high. “You're pretty stubborn, huh?”

“What? No, it's just you've already done enough by letting me crash here.”

Standing up, Kealen walked over to me and flipped my bag closed. “Come on, lets go.”

Holding out my palms, I teetered on my heels. “No, it's fine, I'll grab some snacks after. Go get yourself some food, I'll see you when you get back.”

Staring up at him, I could see the thick outline of his cock against his pants. My eyes glazed over the bulbous head, following the shaft until it disappeared. I could feel my tongue swell as my mouth started to water.

Blinking quickly, I wiped my lips and glanced away. He was reeking havoc on my insides, disarming all my self control.

I wouldn't say I was a prude or didn't want to ever have sex. But the feelings he conjured in me were brazen, tempting me to surrender to him.

His hand came out hard and firm, fingers flapping wildly for me to take it. “It's not an option, I'm buying you dinner. Come on.”

Closing my eyes, I laughed, letting my head roll deeper into my chest. “And you called me stubborn?”

“I did, because you are. I'm determined, it's different.” Gripping my wrist, he pulled me to my feet. “What do you like to eat?”

As he lifted me up, I stumbled forward, pressing into his chest. My fingers hit the hard muscles of his corded abs, digging into a firm set of stepping stones.

Holy shit, he is as hard as he looks.

Kealen felt hard as granite, like a stone mason had carved him from one solid block. Expelling a breath, I danced my fingertips lightly over his chest. Swallowing hard, I steadied myself and took a step back.

Our eyes met, his clinched as his fingers gently trailed down over the back of my arms and cupped my elbows.

Everything was tingling; my hands, my arms, the space between my thighs. This man did something to me with just an innocent touch.

We were so close, inches from each other. My stomach was flipping, head whirling with images of ripping his shirt off and tackling him. A deep seeded need was strangling my insides. I wanted to feel him deep inside me, spreading me open and giving me my first taste of cock.

It felt wrong to have such naughty thoughts about a man I had just met. I couldn't understand where the desire to have this guy stemmed from. Never in my life had I ever wanted someone so badly—especially someone I didn't know.

But I wanted him.

I knew I was blushing, I could feel the blood rushing through my body in fiery waves. Clearing my throat, I rubbed the back of my arms. “You tell me, Mr. Tour Guide.”

“Well. . .” Folding his arms together, he tapped his chin. “Do you like seafood?”

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