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“I’m a virgin,” I said.

Now he really froze. He didn’t even blink.

“And I don’t want to be one anymore.” I bit my lip, heart thudding like a bass drum. “So, if you’re willing, I want it to be with you. Tonight.”

3

JARETH

“I’ll get these,” I said, handing Whitley the keys to my cabin.

I needed a second to catch my breath. Being cooped up in the truck with her on the hour-plus drive from the airport to Wildwood Valley was overwhelming enough. But then we’d sat in the diner, where she’d revealed that not only was she a virgin, but she wanted to lose her virginity to me—tonight.

I had no idea how I felt about that. About any of it. I’d hoped things would get physical between us tonight, but I never, in a million years, would’ve imagined she was a virgin.

I hated the way it excited me even more.

She rolled her carry-on up my sidewalk toward the front door of my cabin while I unloaded the other three suitcases, carrying two of them and depositing them on the porch before going back and getting the other. Then I covered the rest of her belongings with a tarp. It was safe out here, but it would protect her boxes from the elements.

By the time I got into the cabin, she was nowhere to be seen. A surprise, since this was basically one big open room. Well,aside from the bedroom behind a door and a loft holding a full-size guest bed.

“You in here?” I called out.

She emerged through the door to my bedroom, and my dick jumped to attention at the sight of her standing there. She was still fully dressed, although she had left her shoes by the door, so there was nothing unusually sexy about it. It was just her. Everything about her was sexy.

And now she was standing feet from where I slept every night. Where I jacked off to relieve the stress of a hard day’s work. Where, if I was lucky, I’d be coming inside her in the very near future.

“Sorry,” she said. “I made myself at home. I used your bathroom.”

I grabbed the handles of two of her rolling suitcases but didn’t make a move toward her just yet. “You’re still…uh, you’re still okay sharing the bed with me?”

She nodded. No hesitation. No blush. Just that steady gaze of hers that made it damn hard to think straight.

I cleared my throat and rolled both suitcases toward her as she breezed past me, heading to the door to get her last remaining bag. I scanned the room as I set the luggage next to her carry-on bag near the dresser. The bed was made—freshly laundered sheets, extra pillows. I’d thought maybe she’d want her own space, but after what she told me at the diner, space might not be what either of us wanted.

I busied myself with pointless tasks—straightening a throw blanket at the foot of the bed, adjusting the lamp on the nightstand like I hadn’t already turned it just so earlier. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.

I just needed to keep my hands moving before I did something stupid. Like reach for her too soon. The nervousenergy was a buzz beneath my skin. I didn’t know if I was more afraid she’d change her mind or that she wouldn’t.

When I came back out, Whitley was standing in the middle of the room, looking around like she was memorizing every inch. I watched her for a second—long enough for her to notice.

“You want something to drink?” I asked, rubbing a hand along the back of my neck. “I’ve got soda, beer, juice… There might be sweet tea in the fridge unless I finished it.”

She smiled. “Water’s good.”

I nodded and headed to the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of water and cracking them open before I returned. She took one from me, her fingers brushing mine, light and quick, but still enough to make me feel it in my gut.

Then her gaze lifted as she pointed toward the ladder behind me. “What’s up there?”

I followed her line of sight. “The loft? Just a guest bed. Nothing fancy.”

Her brow arched. “Can I see it?”

“Sure,” I said, but my voice came out rougher than I meant it to. I cleared my throat. “Yeah. Of course.”

She started for the ladder, and I followed. No way was I letting her climb that thing without spotting her.

Only once I was standing behind her did I realize I’d gone from gentleman to perv in the space of a few seconds. The skirt of her dress came to her calves, but it flowed with the air as she rose upward, blowing out just enough for me to get a glimpse of most of her legs. I took several steps back and waited for her to reach the top before moving to the bottom of the ladder.

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