The kiss suddenly became me trying to communicate the words I couldn’t say…I want you. I need you. But it would be silly to need someone so much when I didn’t really know him, wouldn’t it? So why did I feel that way?
His tongue slid into my mouth, and I savored the feeling of him inside me. No, it wasn’t sex, but it was the closest we’d ever get. His hand moved to the back of my hair and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. The way he tried to mold me to him, to make me fit against his male frame, overwhelmed my senses.
I moved my hand to his chest and let it glide over the rounded, firm contours of his muscles. As we sat there facing each other, letting our lips and tongues do the talking, my mind dipped a toe in the water. If I told him I really wanted him, really wanted to make him my first, what would he say? Another rejection? I didn’t have the strength to endure another one of those. Not now.
But when his hand moved from the back of my neck to my shoulder and gently pushed me into the bed, I felt the simultaneous explosion of relief and the flood of sensual heat throughout my body. I don’t know if he sensed the reaction, but the pace of his kiss turned frantic, and I followed along eagerly.
He stretched out against the length of my body and slid his leg between mine. I instantly felt the thickness of his erection pressing into my hip bone, making the spark between my thighs turn into a throbbing ache that blazed through my core.
His hand slid up my sweatshirt and cupped my breast. “God, I love your body, Dakota,” he panted in between frantic hard kisses.
I turned toward him and slid my hand into the waistband of his jean, wanting to explore the soft skin and hard muscle of his ass. It felt even better than it looked.
I pulled him into me, signaling with my body how much I desired him, but he held back.
He slowed the kiss and looked at me. “Do you really want to do this?” he asked.
“Yes.” I touched the side of his stubbled face, hoping he’d see the tension screaming inside my body. “But do you?”
He stared for a moment. “You know I can’t give you anything. No relationship. No phone number. Nothing.”
It sucked, but I knew. And maybe a small part of me believed if given the chance, he’d change his mind. Just like I’d changed mine about him. “I don’t care.”
He kissed me hard, and that’s when I felt him let go. He wasn’t trying to be careful and kind or protect me; he was simply a guy giving into his needs, his desire. For me.
He lifted up my sweatshirt and his lips worked their way down until they found my nipple. He licked it slowly and then kissed every inch of my breast. “You have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen.”
That was really nice, but…“Paolo, please. You don’t need to warm me up.”
He lifted a brow and smiled. He went to his knees and began removing my sweatpants. “Wow. I did not see those coming.”
I looked down at my neon orange Fruit of the Loom bikini briefs. “What? I needed comfort. It’s been a hard day.”
“No, I think they are very…hot.” He grinned.
I laughed as he began kissing me at the waist and sliding down my “man killers,” leaving me exposed. He stared at my most intimate domain for a moment. “Damn it, Dakota. Is there any part of you that’s not perfect?”
He dipped his head and kissed me just over my throbbing, tingling bud, then slid his tongue inside, finding the tender, hot flesh. I grabbed fistfuls of sheets, having never felt anything so erotic, so sinful.
“You taste even better,” he whispered.
Oh my God, if he doesn’t get on with this, I’m going to cross the finish line without him. “Paolo, please. Please don’t do any more. I am ready. Really, really ready.”
“Patience, Dakota. It’s your first time. It should be memorable.”
Yeah. Little did he know that memorable was in the eye of the beholder. That scratchy tree trunk from last night would have been hunky-dory with me. Just as long as I was with him.
“I could never, ever forget you,” I panted.
He looked up at me and tilted his head in a strange way, and I wondered why. He crawled up my body and hovered over my face. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t even remember your name.”
I swallowed. “Ummm…Okay.” The words came out scratchy and dry.
He kneeled between my legs and began sliding down his pants. His thick erection sprang from his pants, savage and hungry. I was just about to ask about protection, praying he had something in his wallet, when the phone on the desk vibrated loudly on top of the laminated surface.