Page 128 of The Secret We Keep
God, she’s killing me.
“I can’t,” I choke, licking my lips which are now drier than the Sahara Desert. “I want to, but we can’t.” I’m not sure if my words are what any girl wants to hear when they’ve been brave enough to do what she’s just done.
Her brows draw together. “I’m not that drunk,” she tries to reassure me, shrugging way too casually for my liking.
I believe her, I really do. But I am not the type of person who would take advantage of anybody, especially the girl whose bare chest is pressed up against my front.
Fuck my life.
The sexual tension brewing would be strong enough to snap the sharpest of knives. With every beat of my heart, and each long, drawn-out breath that I take, her chest rises and falls quicker too. Her eyes keep dropping to my mouth, causing a light sweat to break on my neck.
As soft hands land gently on my hips, I suck in a sharp breath. “Stop.” I step back, but it only gives me a better fucking view of her perfectfuckingbody. “Jesus Christ, Morgan.” I move to rearrange the beast trying to break free from my jeans.
A hint of a smile dusts her face, her cheeks reddening slightly.
Then I freeze, reading her expression, knowing what she’s going to do but doing absolutely nothing to stop her.
Unzipping the zip at the back of the material that some might call a skirt, she shimmies the thing off her hips, revealing the laciest pair of knickers I’ve ever seen.
She came to watch my game, and she hadthison underneath? Fucking hell, my cock’s going to explode.
“Will you look at me, Paddy O’Keefe?”
I am, baby.
Dragging my eyes up from her thighs, I meet her gaze.
“I’m a virgin.”
I choke on nothing, clawing for some oxygen to hit my suddenly dilapidated lungs.
What?
She rushes her words when saying, “I mean, I know you think I slept with Rory Lane years ago, but I didn’t. I’m a virgin.”
Frozen in horror, my eyes widen. Still there’s no air in the room reaching me.
“And I had no intention of doing this tonight, but it’s clear to me that you will never look at me as anything more than your friend. There’s clearly something wrong with me, so as my friend, I’m asking you to take my virginity.”
Sure, because those seven words are exactly what a man who hasn’t had sex in months wants to hear.
My internal voice chose the wrong fucking moment not to tell me what to do, the bastard.
“Morgan—”
“Before you say anything,” she begins, sucking in air and straightening her spine which only makes her breasts look fuller and my pants tighter, “I want you to take it because you’re the only man I trust.” She lifts her chin, showing me how strong she can be.
Fortunately, the unease that was making my core tremble, settles when she says it again, slower this time.
“I trust you, Paddy.”
Managing to get a handle on my racing heart, I replay everything she’s just announced.
There’s something wrong with me.
What the hell do I do?
Trying not to dwell on the knife that just shred my heart in two, I step closer to her again. “There’s nothing wrong with you.” I cradle her face with my hands.
