“You do!?” She sounds so excited, and just hearing that tone in her voice pleases me to no end. “I was hoping you would say that!”
Still holding her close, we go to the register and pay, then begin our walk back to the car. I know this is our first time doing this—hell, it’s my first time doing anything even remotely like this with a woman in years—yet it feels so familiar and so intimate, like something she and I have done a hundred times.
The urge to get…closer to her is growing harder and harder to resist. Harder and harder like something else I’ve been trying to suppress.
We’re close to the car now. I glance down beside me at her legs…so young, so sexy, so slender, and I just can’t stop myself from thinking about what it would be like to lay her on her back and spread them apart.
Yeah, I’m a bad man.
“Tilly,” I whisper. She stops, looking up at me with sinless eyes that are impossible to resist.
“I know you ran away from your father, and that makesmeyour caretaker now,” I tell her. “And I don’t know if this is an abuse of my power or not, but in the end, I’m just a man, and I simply cannot help myself.”
As though her lips have an invisible pull, I lean in and kiss her.
And just like that, everything changes.
I realize just how hungry I am for her and how this kiss has awakened my appetite the way a good appetizer gets you ready for a meal. As her softness, her warmth, and her wetness stimulate my senses, all I want is more.
“Wow,” Tilly says, her voice little more than a whisper and a moan as I pull my lips away to stare into her eyes. “That was…that was…wow.”
“I agree.” I’m smiling, something else I never do around girls. Damien wouldn’t know what to think if he saw me now. But I don’t care about that. All I care about is this sweet angel in front of me. I took her away from the club and made her mine, and now I’m going to keep her. I’d give her everything I have if it meant just seeing that look on her face one more time.
“I…I’ve never done that before,” she says, nervously biting her lip. It’s so adorable that she thinks her lack of experience will somehow be a turnoff to me. If only she knew.
“I kind of figured.” My heart pounds for her. I have to get her out of this mall and back to my house as soon as possible. “Based on what you told me about never having a boyfriend before.”
The blush on her cheeks rises like she’s put on makeup. “A-and you’re okay with that?”
“Okay with it?” I gently stroke her chin. She’s so soft, but her background somehow seems to enhance it even more. “Oh, if you only knew.”
Taking her by the hand, I lead her the rest of the way back to the car. I even open the door for her, pretending I know how to be a gentleman. Her cheeks are still the color of cherries as she climbs in. God, she looks adorable in that lemon-colored skirt she’s wearing. Where did she even get that thing?
I can’t keep my eyes off it as I get in the car and begin to drive us home. There’s a tension between us that I know we both feel, but neither of us says a thing until I reach out and slide my fingertips beneath her hem and slowly lift it back.
“I assume no one has done this to you before either?”
Tilly can’t even respond. She simply shakes her head as she looks back at me.
I keep moving, exposing more and more of her, teasing myself with her glorious body, until nearly all of her thighs are showing. And they are flawless. I want to bury my face between them until I can’t even breathe.
“Colt…” Her horny little whisper has me weak. I’m losing all control and lift her skirt all the way up past her hips to her waist, exposing a delicate little tuft of hair where most girls would be cleanly shaven or waxed.
Just another sign of her innocence.
“You don’t shave.” I see her nipples have hardened and are poking through the fabric of her blouse. She’s timid, but she also wants it. “You know what we’re going to do when we get home?”
“W-what?”
“I’m going to shave you.” Her beaming eyes shine back at me, filled with excitement. She may be innocent, but there’s also a horny little devil behind that sweet face, just like there’s a tight little virgin cunt behind that ungroomed bush. All I need to do is get to it.
6
Tilly
Colt holdsmy hand tightly as he leads me into his house. After what just occurred in the car, it’s nearly impossible to focus on placing the piece of art we just purchased on his coffee table, but he’s asked me to do it for him, so I spend a minute or two rearranging things to get it just right for him.
Thankfully, it brings the room together nicely like I thought it would.