CHAPTER6
Donovan
As I held her against me to keep her from sliding off the seat, my heart gave a solid thud in my chest. Fuck, but I wanted her. The way her eyes met mine made my body take notice. She was beautiful and for better or for worse I was the owner of her virginity.
Part of me, the possessive side, wanted to take her. I could see the disappointment shining in her eyes when I suggested taking her home. She didn’t want that. She wanted something different. She wanted me. Jessica wasn’t good at hiding her feelings. She wore all her emotions on her face, which made it easy to read her.
It also made it hard to say no to her.
I’d paid for her. I’d bought the right to take her.
It still didn’t feel right.
I’d bought her to protect her from others who would not be kind to her.
Fucking her would change everything, and not necessarily for the better. We would always have this between us. I wasn’t keen on being someone’s first, though I would admit, the thought of being the only man inside Jessica did make me want to beat my chest like some kind of primal caveman.
It was a stupid fucking reaction, but it swirled around my thoughts, planting seeds of ideas. I wanted to be her first.
I wanted to show her the kind of pleasure she’d never imagined existed.
I didn’t want to ruin the way things were between us, though. There was a lot that could go wrong when relationships were changed like this.
What if things went sour?
What if she couldn’t stand being around me and she quit her job?
I couldn’t lose her—not like that.
Not at all, if I was being honest with myself. I’d come to rely on her in my life, both personal and professional. I didn’t want to upset the status quo.
Her fingers gripped my biceps, bringing me back to our current situation. She was holding on to me, like I was a life raft keeping her afloat. Her lashes fluttered before she peered up at me. I don’t know why the fuck she was wearing all that makeup. She didn’t need it.
I wanted to be inside her.
Instead, I dipped my head. Our mouths were inches apart, and I was sure she was holding her breath because I had no illusions that I was holding mine.
“Have you ever been kissed, Jessica?” I asked, wondering how innocent she was. Was it just her virginity she had to lose? Had she done other intimate things with men?
“Not much,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing pink.
It made me smile until I realized I was not the kind of man who she needed. She couldn’t deal with someone who demanded what I did in the bedroom. I couldn’t corrupt her.
“You’re far too innocent for someone like me,” I said, scanning her face, as if memorizing every inch of it. I committed her image to my memory banks because I had no idea how much tonight would change things between us.
“I’m not as innocent as you think,” she said, her voice a little husky, as if she was fighting to keep herself under control.
I certainly was. I was fighting the overwhelming urge to push her back on the seat and dive between her legs. I wanted to swirl my tongue around her sweet pussy and eat her up until she moaned my name.
“I don’t believe you,” I said. She screamed innocence and it wasn’t an act. She was completely naive.
“Maybe,” Jessica admitted, and briefly bit her bottom lip. “But maybe that just means I need you all the more.”
“This is a big step,” I said, meaning it. “You shouldn’t just give your virginity to anyone.”
Her eyes were big as they took me in and I could see the desire in them. I was sure I was reflecting my own back. “I want it to be you.”
“Why?”