Page 37 of Hot for Her
I climbed into the bed earlier than I ever had and told myself I was allowed one more night to wallow and think about her. To wonder how she could be so passionate about her art and so afraid of everything else.
I saw it in her eyes, the fear. Fear of getting to know me, of getting close to me. But I didn’t know where it came from.
She was a virgin. She’d said so and I believed her. So it wasn’t like some guy had burned her and left her jaded.
Except, she had said something about her dad leaving. Maybe she had abandonment issues.
Fuck. Here I was again, psychoanalyzing some shit I needed to try and forget about.
I checked my phone for the fiftieth fucking time. There was an unread text that made my heart beat faster. I opened it, hoping it was her telling me she was busy with her friend but okay and maybe missing me.
It wasn’t. Just a message from Becca, asking me if we were partying at the house tonight and could she come by. I tossed it to the foot of the bed without responding.
How this girl had managed to get under my skin without even trying was beyond me. But tomorrow, I’d get passed it. I’d get up early, hit the ice. Go to the gym. Go to class. Maybe give her a casualhey, how are you,when I saw her in art history, and then I’d move the hell on. Back to my life. Back to easy come easy go and no crazy ass complications.
I didn’t know what time it was when I dozed off, but I woke up living the hottest dream imaginable.
She was here, leaning down and kissing my mouth softly.
Thank the gods of wet dreams.
It was so real, I could smell her, could feel her hair in my hands as I pulled her to me. Apparently I had a fantastic imagination because despite how groggy I felt, every detail seemed magnified. The weight of her body shifting my mattress, her soft, full lips on mine, the firm curve of her ass in my hands.
I knew how this worked. Just as we got to the good part, I’d wake up. So I wouldn’t rush. I savored the sighs and the whimpers she made as I rolled her onto her back and worked every inch of her body over with my mouth and hands.
When I braced myself above her to get a good look at her face, my hand caught in the covers. I had to yank it free and when I did, I bumped her cheek by accident.
We both laughed lightly and I apologized.
Suddenly I realized this wasn’t a dream at all. Clumsy shit like that didn’t happen in dreams.
“You’re really here,” I whispered.
She nodded, eyes wide as she stared up at me.
“I thought I was dreaming.”
Her lips curved slightly.
“Am I dreaming?”
Without a word, she lifted her body to mine and claimed my mouth. I gave it to her. Everything else already belonged to her anyways.
Our clothes were removed in a heated rush of tangled arms and legs.
“I came here to tell you something,” she breathed against my chest. “Something important.”
I slid my hand in between her thighs, slipping a finger into her pulsing heat. “Tell me after.”
“Okay.” She sounds relieved as she spreads wide for me. I groan in appreciation.
“You sure you’re ready for this, Emersyn?”
I had to ask. God knew I’d rather cut off a limb than have her change her mind now, but I needed to be certain she wanted to give me this.
“I’m sure I’m ready for you, Aiden,” she whispered into the darkness before kissing me once more. “I need it to be you.”
I don’t wait for more reassurance. I gripped my thick heavy cock and pressed inside her entrance. Just a few inches at first, giving her more as her body would allow. I pushed past the barrier that confirmed she was a virgin. She winced but continued rocking her hips against me.
