Page 69 of Dare to Dance
“Fuck,” he barely got out. “Too many clothes.”
I swallowed thickly at the feral look in his eyes.
He grabbed the edges of my T-shirt. As though he was programming me, I lifted my arms. In less than a second, the T-shirt was gone. I shivered, not only from the cool air that instantly hardened my nipples, but from how that predatory look in Kross’s dark-blue eyes intensified as his gaze raked over me.
I looked beyond him to the buttoned gray fabric headboard as though the piece of furniture had the answers as to what I should do next.
He caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Hey, look at me.”
My gaze returned to his.
“I love when you’re shy. To me, it makes you that much sexier. But I sense more than shyness. I see some fear in those pretty eyes.”
“I…” I was afraid to tell him I hadn’t had sex with anyone since him. He might think I was pathetic. I had experience in childbearing, living on the streets, sleeping in dark alleys and abandoned warehouses, eating out of dumpsters, stealing, jail, begging for change, and fighting. But sex? No freaking experience. My only memory was how uncomfortable sex had been my first time with him at sixteen.You had his child. The man will understand.“I… um. I haven’t had sex since you.” I held my breath.
He cupped my face in his humungous hands. “Hey, you shouldn’t be afraid of that.”
I knitted my eyebrows. “What if I’m no good?”
“There’s no right or wrong way. It’s all about you and me and what makes us feel good. What will make me feel good is you, and pleasing you.” His tone was gentle.
I leaned in and kissed him. After that heart-warming response, I didn’t care if we did or didn’t have sex. I just wanted to kiss him and have him hold me. The only problem was when our tongues touched, sparks went off, and the throbbing between my legs was back.
I nibbled on his lower lip. “Make love to me?”
He growled, low and husky. Before my brain could catch up with his next move, I was on my back, and Kross was hovering over me, kissing his way down my body until he reached my breasts. When he teased one nipple to a painful peak, I squirmed and squealed at the same time.
He chuckled. “Too much.”
“More.”
He let out a soft laugh as his mouth closed around my nipple, bit lightly, then moved on to the other one. I wiggled again, moaning and whimpering until he lifted his head and climbed off me.
“Don’t move,” he said as he removed a condom from his wallet. Then he shucked his jeans and his briefs.
When he was completely naked, I sat upright with my mouth open. The man was every girl’s wet dream. His muscles were cut in all the right places, and while that made my mouth water, his huge erection was a different story. He was long, hard, and thick. Instantly, my throat dried to the point I had no saliva in my mouth. My mind scrambled to understand how he would fit inside me. I was a petite girl. One who hadn’t had sex in four years. That tidbit alone drove me to wince. The first time was painful, and in essence, this would be my first time again.
He crawled on the bed. “No need to be nervous,” he said through a satisfied smirk. “I’ll go as slow as you need me to.”
“You weren’t that big in high school.” I slapped a hand over my mouth. Damn nerves. Damn foot in my mouth. My friend, Nick, had always teased me about how I came out with the craziest things at the craziest times.
Laughter rumbled from Kross’s chest as he settled next to me. “Thank you for the compliment.” He lay on his side as he propped his head in his hand. “I didn’t have a chance to ask you. How are you feeling after the fight? Vickie punched you hard in the gut.”
I stifled a laugh. The man was naked, oozing sex, and he wanted to talk about my injuries. My stomach had been sore, but the pain was fading. I stretched out to face him. “I’m fine. Sorry to ruin the mood.”
“You didn’t.” He grasped my hand then guided it to his very hard erection.
As soon as my small fingers wrapped around his shaft, he groaned, a sound that made my body tingle. So I squeezed. He groaned again. Feeling quite brave and loving that I was eliciting those thigh-squeezing sounds from him, I dragged my hand up then down his shaft. The feel of velvet came to mind as I got into a rhythm. With my bottom lip between my teeth, I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye. My breath caught at the pure hunger beneath his hooded eyelids.
He buried his hand in my hair then pushed his tongue into my mouth. I grabbed his toned butt then pressed my hips to his, but it wasn’t enough. I was about to guide him into me until I realized he needed to put the condom on, and I was still wearing underwear. As though he knew what I was thinking, he moved down so he was kneeling in between my legs. When he slipped his fingers inside my panties, I cursed the fabric that separated me from ecstasy. He watched me as though he was waiting for me to protest.Hell, no.My trepidation had faded. More than anything, I wanted him.
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Kross
Isaton my knees in between her legs, holding all the wildness inside me. I started to remove the only piece of clothing separating me from having my way with the mother of my child. The woman I wanted to make love to. The woman I wanted to show that she meant something to me, and not because of Raven. Ruby was more beautiful than I remembered. Her stomach was toned, even after giving birth to twins, although a couple of stretch marks marred the area just below her navel. Her auburn hair sprayed out around her, her skin felt satiny, and her breasts were perfectly round. As she lay there with her chest rising and falling, her gaze riveted on me, I couldn’t help but think how much of a moron I’d been to her.That’s in the past. Focus, asshole. Show her the man you are now.
Her eyes glistened as she shimmied her hips right out of her panties. If she was frightened before, she wasn’t showing any signs as she softened in my hands. Then a maniacal laugh broke out in my head because suddenly I was the one who had a tiny bit of apprehension. When she’d admitted that she hadn’t had sex with another man since me, I nearly pumped a fist in the air.But could I please her? Would she enjoy it?
