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He couldn’t tell who made the next move, but it didn’t matter. At some point the kissing grew more passionate. They both started breathing heavily. He ran his hands down the sides of her body, and suddenly there was skin. Vibrant and warm skin where seconds ago he’d felt cloth.
Either she rose or he lifted her. She ended up sideways in his lap. Her arms encircled his neck, and his hands brushed against her breasts. Bared breasts. Firm. Wonderfully firm.
His groin tightened, almost painfully, leaving him in a precarious position. He didn’t want to let her go, but he knew that if he didn’t, the situation could end up embarrassing them both. Reluctantly, he pushed her away.
Ingrid stared at him, disappointment masking her beautiful features. “What’s wrong, G8? Did I say or do something?—”
“No, no,” he quickly reassured her. “It’s not you. You are…” He waved a hand to indicate all of her. “You’re…perfect, just the way you are.”
Her eyes narrowed with concern. “Are you trying to tell me you’re…afraid? Because of who, or what, you are? ”
“I’m…” G8 found himself at a loss for words.
Ingrid snuggled closer. “I was hoping you’d like this, that we could take this to the next level,” she softly confessed.
Groaning, G8 hung his head. He kept his hands clasped and against his knees. If he didn’t, he knew he’d reached for her again and this time he’d never let go.
“G8, please look at me.”
He did, and her expression suddenly turned into surprise, followed by a sweet smile.
“I keep making stupid assumptions when I shouldn’t. G8, are you a virgin?”
It took him a second or two for the word to connect. “Uhhh…” He didn’t know what to expect. Would she back away because he lacked the experience? Would it affect the way she felt about him?
When she got to her feet, his heart sank until she held out her hand to him. “Come on. Let’s go inside where we can have some privacy.”
He followed her inside his cabin, making sure he closed the door firmly behind him. The moonlight coming through the window cast its reflection across his mussed bed where he’d tossed and turned, unable to rest, until he’d finally given up to go sit outside to clear his head.
If there was time to be honest, this was it.
“Ingrid, I don’t know the first thing about…what I think we’re about to do.”
She walked up to him and put her arms around his waist. “Are you saying you don’t knowanythingabout sex? About making love?” She peered up at him, but she didn’t seem surprised.
“Physically? No. But I learned about it. I read all the material I could find.”
“Just no actual hands-on experience, right?” She was teasing him, but in a comforting way. It meant she was comfortable with him. G8 felt his tenseness ebbing away.
“Will you…can you educate me?”
Reaching up, she ran a hand over his cheek. “G8, you don’t need educating. You know all the specifics. All the terminology. All you’re lacking is practical experience.”
“That’s what I meant,” he clarified.
Ingrid slowly shook her head. “That’s not educating. That’s nature. That’s you allowing your body to follow through with what nature created you for.”
Her hands went up his back like a soothing rub. Putting his arms around her, he bent his head to kiss her again. Standing toe to toe, he was easily a head taller than her. Yet she fit against him perfectly, like they were two puzzle pieces. Her curves matching his hollow places and vice versa.
Her lips caressed his, making the heat inside him grow hotter. At one point he heard her murmur, “Do what you want. Don’t be afraid. Don’t hold back.”
Don’t hold back.
It was what he’d needed to hear, and the last of his hesitation dropped away. Almost.
“Ingrid, what if I make a wrong move?”
She snickered. “Trust me. If you do, I’ll correct it.”
