Then I feel it.
His hard bulge. Pressing against me.
A rush of panic crashes into the desire. My breath hitches. His hands slide over me, slow, certain, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
Our lips part as his mouth moves lower, dragging along my chin, my throat. He licks, sucks, bites just enough to make me moan. My head tilts back. My hips grind into him, and I feel the wetness pooling.
And then—air.
My eyes flutter open.
Thewantis real. So is the fear.
Heart racing, a hit of panic tinges my emotions as I think about where this might lead, down a path completely unknown to me.
Virgin territory.
“Alex,” I whisper, in between gasps. “Alex?” I’m drowning in a mixture of desire and vulnerability.
“Mmm.” His lips massage kisses against my neck.
I exhale shakily, my fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.
“There’s something I need to tell you.” My voice is barely above a whisper.
He leans back, his wild gaze locked on mine, silently urging me to go on. It nearly disarms me.
“I…” I hesitate, my throat tightening. “I’m a virgin.”
I brace for shock, awkwardness—something.
Instead, his expression doesn’t change.
No flinch. No judgment.
Then a low chuckle escapes him.
“I must confess, Elena,” he deadpans, “I am not.”
I let out a surprised laugh, tension snapping like a rubber band.
Alex’s grin widens, his eyes bright with mirth, warmth—and something deeper.
“It’s no big deal,” he murmurs, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. “We’ll take things at your pace.”
Relief floods me.
Then, his lips curl into that damn smirk.
“Though I should warn you.” His voice drops to a low, intense growl, his hand trailing slowly down my spine. “I’mverygood in bed.”
My mind races with a million dirty thoughts, and I swat his chest.
“Alex!” The thought both excites and terrifies me as heat creeps into my cheeks. I hide my face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him.
“Elena”—he traces his fingers down my back, making me shiver—“you don’t have to be ashamed. It’s impressive, actually,” he says softly.
“Impressive?”