Page 11 of Outlaw

No, Claire. You’ve been watching too many movies.

His strong hand applies pressure to my lower back, pushing our bodies together. He grinds his hips like a slow-dance, and I feel an unmistakable bulge beneath his pants. It presses between my thighs and I gasp, break our kiss, and look down.

Yup. He’s hard.

I may not know much, but I know enough to know that.

“See that?” he whispers. “That’s all for you, baby.”

He pulls me in for another kiss, but I stop him. I put a hand in front of my face and twist out of his grasp. He could easily restrain me, but he lets me pull away. I take a few steps across the room as anxiety floods through me.

“What’s the matter?” he asks. “Are you all right?”

“I – I just need a minute,” I reply.

“Okay…” I can hear the confusion in his voice. I want to explain, but I don’t know how. How do I tell him that I’m a virgin? Me, the girl working at Ta-Tas, has never even kissed a man before, let alone felt his cock or done anything with it. How do I tell him that even though he’s insanely hot, and I have a butterfly twister spinning in my stomach and a strong heat pulsing between my thighs, that I’m terrified of doing more with him?

“Christian…” I mutter, my back to him. “I—I…”

“You’re a virgin,” he says. His words shock me, and I spin around to face him, my cheeks on fire. I was anticipating a look of disgust or disappointment on his face, but to my surprise, he’s gently smiling at me.

“You…how could you know that?”

“Don’t take any offense to this,” he tells me. “But I could…I could just tell. Let’s leave it at that.”

“No, let’s not leave it at that,” I reply, suddenly filled with fire. “What do you mean you could just tell?”

Christian shakes his head. “Nah, let’s leave it there. It’s fine. Do you want something to eat?”

“Christian!” I snap, stomping my foot on the ground like an angry little girl. “Don’t do that! Don’t shut me up! Tell me how you knew!”

I’m mad because I’m embarrassed. Obviously I have no idea how to kiss and he noticed. Here I am going crazy with his kisses, and there he is thinking to himself that I have no idea what I’m doing.

“Take it easy—”

“Christian,” I say, my voice low and as threatening as I can possibly make it. “If you don’t tell me what you meant by that, I’m going to literally kill you.”

Christian bursts out laughing. The sheer volume makes me take a step back. He tosses his head back like a Spartan warrior doing a battle cry and puts a hand to his chest. I twist my lips and glare at him until he finally looks at me again.

“Sorry, but that was funny,” he says.

“Hey, I may be small, but I’m no wuss.”

“Oh, no?” he chuckles.

“That’s right.” I frown, folding my arms across my chest. “So you better just tell me what you meant by that or I’ll—”

He moves like the Flash. In less than a second, I’m wrapped in his arms and he’s hoisting me in the air. I shriek bloody murder as he carries me across the room and slams me down on his bed. Then, he puts all his weight on me. He presses down and I feel the breath squeezed from my lungs.

“Face it.” He smiles. “You couldn’t do shit to me. Not unless I let you.”

I try to speak, but I can’t. The pressure on my chest is too strong. I look up at him, but he’s just smiling down at me with those piercing eyes. He leans in and presses his lips to mine, kisses me deeply, then lifts himself up slightly, relieving the pressure.

“See, baby? You’re not going anywhere.”

“You – bastard…”

“Hey, that’s not nice,” he replies. He sits up and takes a seat on a low chair by the wall and puts his feet up on an ottoman. I quickly get up on my knees and glare over at him. He may think he just proved a point, but all he did was get me going even more.

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