I didn’t care that the frittata I’d made was going to be cold, nor did I give a shit about the cooling breakfast muffins. My brain was on orgasms, on sex, and on Eoghan.
In that order.
He smelled like sweat and man, and that was kind of heavenly. Especially when he returned to the bed where the nest of covers I’d made before I’d left the room scented of us too.
He placed me on top of it and gradually pulled back. I only let him go because he still wore shorts, and I wanted him naked.
I’d seen flashes of him without clothes on this week, when he was in the bathroom before he got into bed, and he had a towel around his waist—through the sliver between the door and the jamb, I’d seen him put on boxers.
His body was a machine. I’d never seen as many muscles in someone’s arms and back. His entire form was strong though. Delicious with it. And I looked forward to tracing my tongue over each muscle.
I guessed I should be nervous, but I wasn’t. My hormones, the fact that Eoghan was hot as hell, and that I didn’t have a say in who would be the one to take my virginity meant all this was expedient.
Yeah, romantic, but I was so far past that, it was unreal. Romance had no place in my world, and that I hadn’t been married off to a sixty-year-old with a bigger beer belly than a pregnant woman meant I was about as hot for Eoghan as he was for me—virginity or not.
When he stood in front of me and shucked out of his shorts, I bit my lip at the sight of him. His cock was thick, long, and hard. Very hard. In fact, it stood up in a way that had to be uncomfortable.
“It’ll fit.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not scared of it.”
He grabbed it, jacked off, then questioned, “Why are you staring at it then?”
“Because it’s the only dick I’ve seen before?” I snorted, then leaned up on my elbow. “Plus, it looks painful.”
“It can be.” He leaned over, grabbed my other hand, and dragged my fist over his, showing me how to grip him, hold him.
I liked that he didn’t make me feel like an idiot for not knowing any of this. He made it…natural.
And then I thought about that, and whispers of truths began to make sense.
Eoghan was particular in all things. Why wouldn’t he be in this?
Maybe, whether I was a virgin or not, he’d show me how he liked it, finding no shame in commanding his pleasure.
I wouldn’t put it past him.
And, despite myself, it made me determined to bring him to his knees. To learn every fucking thing about him, every ounce of whatever gave him pleasure and dole it out to him.
To make him mine long before I became his.
Only in that path was there safety.
Only down that road was my future secured, and I refused to live a life that mimicked my childhood.
“It’s throbbing,” I mused.
“In time to my heart.” His hips thrust forward when I squeezed harder, and his head tipped back slightly. “Fuck.”
His voice was thick—pleasingly so. The sound actually made my pussy clench.
He was so controlled in most things that the desire to break that hit me.
Don’t walk before you can run, Inessa, I told myself, even as I knew I was adding that to my to-do list.
Curious, I dipped my head forward to taste the bead of pre-cum that appeared, but the second I did that, his hand was in my hair and he jerked me back.
“You taste me when I’m clean,” he growled with fire in his eyes, making me jolt. Especially when my roots protested the abrupt move.