Page 72 of Hot Shot
My gaze meets hers, my smile growing wider. “I’m the virgin sacrifice.”
Laughing, she rolls her eyes. “Are we changing your fantasy again?”
“You are my fantasy. Any way I can have you.”
“You have me, Bran, any way you want.”
“I just want you. I need you. More than I’ve ever needed anything and for a while there I lost my way, lost you, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”
“We’ll make up for it.”
“You bet we will.”
“Tell me what you want, what you need, what to do.”
“Lie with me.” Reaching over, I pull back the bed covers. “I want to sleep in this bed with you.”
“Only sleep?”
“No. But I’ll take anything I can get. Sleeping beside you is just as much a fantasy as fucking you.”
“Such a crude mouth for an innocent virgin.” Blake smirks at me before she climbs on the bed.
“I told you I’m not clueless.” Slipping under the covers after her, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against me, chest to chest.
My eyes close as a shiver of pleasure rolls through me.
Her soft skin pressed to mine is a touch I’ve waited a lifetime for and I’m going to savor it. Every second, every inch. I want to etch tonight on my memory like a blade scores the ice. Except unlike an ice rink there will be no mental resurfacer to clear the marks away.
I will never forget our first time.
“You smell good.” The tip of her nose brushes against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “So good I’m not sure if I want to lick or bite you.”
“How about kissing me?” Using a finger under her chin, I tilt her head back so I can see her face, her eyes. “Will you kiss me again?”
“Of course. You don’t have to ask.”
“So I can kiss you whenever I want?”
“Always.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“In front of your family?”
“Yes.”
“In front of our team?”
“Ah, well, that might be somewhere we have to refrain…”
“If there’s a ring on your finger? On mine?”
“Oh, well, that would be different.”
“Then let’s get married. Tomorrow.”
