He laughed, but didn’t object, and he grabbed both sides of the blouse, yanked them apart, and sent buttons flying as the pale blue of her lace bra was revealed.
Bending, he tugged the cup down, freeing her breast. He closed his mouth over the nipple and sucked, gratified when she arched and squirmed under him, begging him for more.
With his left hand, he freed her other breast, then rolled her rock-hard nipple between his fingers. Beneath him, she squirmed and arched, her hips moving beneath him in a rhythm that simulated sex, and made him that much harder—and that much more ready for the real thing.
“Pants,” he said, kissing his way down her bare belly, now exposed by the open shirt. When he reached the button of her jeans, he moved his hands from his breasts, then used his left thumb and forefinger to undo the button and zipper. He’d trained his right hand to type, but without nerve endings, he was clumsy at detail work, and now wasn’t the time to be fumbling.
Without asking, she lifted her hips, and he pulled the jeans off her, hesitating when he reached her feet, since he had to deal with her damn shoes.
She laughed, obviously recognizing his frustration, and he ended up tugging her jeans off, the ballet flats coming with them. He’d gotten off the bed to do that, and now he stayed there, his hands taking her by the hips and pulling her too him. She cried out with surprise at the violent motion of being tugged down the bed, then with pleasure when he closed his mouth over her panties and teased his finger along the line of material covering her crotch.
She reached down, her fingers twining in his hair, pulling him to her as if she wanted him to suck harder, go deeper. And since that was fine by him, he slipped his fingers under her panties and eased them inside of her.
She was so damn wet he thought he might come right then, and as she arched up, her motions drawing him deeper, he knew that he couldn’t last much longer without being inside her.
He also knew that he couldn’t be inside her tonight.
“Beverly…”
“Please,” she begged. “Please fuck me.”
“I can’t.”
She opened her eyes. “Are you…I mean, I thought the fire didn’t—”
“No, that’s fine. But I—”
He sat back, and she scooted up the bed, breathing hard and frowning a little. “What is it?” Her eyes widened. “Oh, Griffin. I didn’t even think. Are you a virgin?”
“No,” he said, and he was pretty sure he saw relief in her eyes. “But I’ve never—well, you know me. This is the first time I’ve been like this with a woman.”
Her brows furrowed in confusion. “I mean intimate with a woman.”
“But you said you’re not a virgin.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Yeah, well, I paid. Years ago. Right after high school.”
“And since then?”
“I’ve been going it solo.”
By all rights, he should be a virgin. He’d never been in an actual relationship, after all. But after high school he’d gotten fed up, then trolled the Internet until he figured out how to hire an escort. It had taken four before he found one who’d take his money—and wasn’t that great for his ego—but she’d been sweet and not much older than he’d been. He’d hired her five times before he realized that he wanted the reality, and if he couldn’t have it … well, he could take care of things himself.
She considered him, then flashed a playful grin. “Well, then I guess we need to pop your cherry.”
“I’m perfectly okay with that plan. But under the circumstances, I’m not a guy who keeps condoms around.”
“Ah. Right,” she said, then frowned. “I think I might have one in my purse. And if not…well, something to look forward to next time.”
He couldn’t argue, but he also didn’t want to wait. And when he brought her purse to her, he was beyond relieved when she found a condom in her make-up kit. She shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “Just in case.”
“Don’t look at me for judgment,” he said. “I’m getting the benefit of it.”
“True enough.” She tossed it to him, then sat up. “Get undressed. And then dressed in that,” she said as she pulled off her blouse and the bra that was half-hanging on her. “I want to watch.”
He hesitated, because this definitely was a first. But the way she looked at him—as if she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her, as if she didn’t even see the burn scars—was such a turn-on that even putting on the condom made him harder.
“I need you,” he said when he was done, his body thrumming with desire and the words more heartfelt than he could ever have imagined. “I need to be inside you right now.”