“I want you to make love to me.” He swallows again. “Do you want that, too?”
“Yes,” he responds immediately. “I want that.”
“Yet, you’re glued to that spot.” I point to his feet for impact. “If you want to wait, we can. I’m not trying to pressure you.”
“I n-need to brush my teeth.” He’s scrambling across the room and snapping the bathroom door closed behind him in the next second.
Rolling my teeth between my lips to keep from laughing, I strip out of my shorts and toss those to the side with my tank before crawling between his sheets.
The water in the sink turns on, but a grunt and groan, having nothing to do with brushing teeth, comes from the bathroom. I’m still staring at the door five minutes later when he reemerges.
“What just happened in there?” I ask the question, but I already know the answer.
The erection that was tenting his shorts before he left the room is smaller. He isn’t soft by any means, but he’s not a raging bull any longer either.
“Did you just jack off in the bathroom?”
His cheeks pink. “Please don’t be mad. I would’ve nutted in like ten seconds, and I don’t want to ruin our first time.”
“How do you know?” I ask as I toss back the blankets so he can join me on the bed.
His eyes widen to a comical size when he sees me under them with nothing but a pair of lace panties on.
“H-how did I know what?” he stammers, once again frozen to the floor rather than climbing under the blankets to join me.
I think I may have fried this poor boy’s brains.
“How did you know you would come in ten seconds?”
“Please don’t say come,” he begs. “Jesus, look at you, Piper. I’ve never seen a more beautiful girl before in my life.”
“Does that mean you want to join me, or do you just want to stand there and stare?”
“Both,” he answers without missing a beat. “I want to watch you. I want to devour you. I want to make you come on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.”
“You can’t do any of that from over there,” I tease. “Come here, and we can start with a kiss.”
“Hell yeah,” he snaps, springing into action and climbing onto the bed. “No blankets. I want to see you.”
My bravado falters with him this close. I needed the blankets as a shield. I want him. That part isn’t a lie, but I have secrets that I want to stay hidden. I know it won’t last. He’ll see them eventually, but I wanted our first time to be magical, not tainted by the pain of my past.
“So perfect,” he praises as he crooks a finger and runs the back over my nipple. It tightens to the extreme, and I whimper with the need to be touched. I want his mouth on me like it was in my car, days ago. With the headache that wouldn’t go away, that seems like a lifetime ago, and I’m desperate for him right now.
“Kiss me,” I plead, and for once, he doesn’t freeze. He lowers his mouth to mine, his hand still toying with the tips of my breasts.
He urges me back, covering my nearly naked body with his, and the warmth of his skin against me is nothing short of divine. His lips tangle with mine as he lifts my leg, hiking it over his hips as he presses into me. Even blocked by my panties and his shorts, the ridge of his penis settles on me exactly where I need him, and I can’t help but moan into his mouth when he pushes against me, the perfect roll of his hips igniting a fire that’s been simmering for weeks.
“Wait,” he pants against my lips before he pulls back.
I miss the heat of his body immediately, but the fire in his eyes lights me up once again as he peers down at me.
“Are you sure?”
“Only if you keep your promise.” I lick my lips, smiling when he looks confused. “Fingers. Tongue. Cock.”
I see the second realization hits him, and he’s like a man possessed.
“Promise,” he vows, crouching down between my legs before I can stop him.
“Dalton, don’t.”
I wasn’t even thinking when I toyed with him just a second ago.
“Piper?” Tears burn my eyes when his fingers trace the numerous scars on my inner thighs. “What is this? Is this from the accident?”
I don’t answer him, but it doesn’t take long for him to put two and two together.
“My God,” he gasps, his voice filled with pain and regret. “I did this. This is because of me, because of what I did to you.”
I manage the courage to look down at him, and I shatter even further at the sight of tears pooling in his eyes.
“That’s in the past,” I assure him, but he pulls out of my grasp when I reach for him. “Dalton, look at me.”