I almost believed I was dreaming when Guy’s warmth surrounded me. I figured the source was really coming from either a blanket, the fire, or both. Still, I leaned into the sensation, soaking it in. Soon, I knew that it was Guy who held me. I loved the way his heat warmed my body. It was the best sensation I had ever experienced so far in my life. Better than I imagined being held would feel.
As much as I had the need to curl into him more, the last thing I wanted was for him to know I was awake. Besides, I found it impressive he could carry me up the stairs. But if he knew I had woken up, he probably would have put me down and made me walk the rest of the way. And I didn’t know what it was about his arms being wrapped around me. I just knew I wanted more. A lot more.
I almost smiled at the way he laid me on the bed. I admired how gentle and careful he was. The whole motion was sweet and comforting. I kept my eyes closed and listened to him breathe for several seconds as he stood near me, watching me fake sleep. My heart palpitated in my chest. I wanted him. Not just in the sexual way. More than that. I was frightened of the revelation but I was also encouraged by it as well.
And just when he was about to leave the room, I opened my eyes and reached out toward him. My hand wrapped around his wrist, stopping him from walking out the door. My arousal burned through me, and I couldn’t take the need anymore.
Whatever it was about him that had me second-guessing everything, I no longer cared. I just wanted him. I needed him. In the worst and best of ways. And I was going to refuse no for an answer.
My hand and a dildo weren’t going to do the trick anymore. Neither would my pillow. There was only one thing that would tame the fire of lust burning out of control within me and that was him.
As much as I had wanted to before, there was no denying the things that were moving through me and taking control. Tonight was the night. He was the one. And come hell or high water, I was going to take what my body desired more than breathing.
His eyes met mine and he sucked in a deep breath. I understood fully he smelled my arousal, and I wasn’t ashamed of that. He smelled it, and he wanted me too.
He gulped loudly before softly saying, “You should rest more. Sleep off the whiskey.”
“I don’t want rest,” I said, pulling him closer. He resisted, but not much. He took a half-step closer to me.
“You’re treading on a thin line, my dear” he continued, voice deep and full of warning. “If you continue pulling me toward you, I might lose what grip I have left over my self0control and fuck you hard.”
I shuddered with his words, and then let it slip that he would be my first.
“I want to know what it’s like,” I said. “And I want to know with you.”
He leaned back with a shocked expression on his face. “Wait. You’re a virgin?”
“Is that a problem for you?” I asked.
He blinked away his surprise. “No. Not at all. Just rare, that’s all.”
I pulled on him some more as a smile tugged on my lips. He pulled back, shaking his head.
“I can’t take that away from you,” he said, voice gentle. “Not like this.”
I sighed and tugged him onto the bed. He landed on top of me, and we met each other’s gazes, almost nose to nose.
“I get to have a say in that,” I said. “And it’s mine to do with however I please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled.
I leveled my gaze at him. “Please. Just because I’ve never had sex with a man before doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He arched an eyebrow, stared into my eyes, and his mouth parted. “Come again.”
I rolled my eyes. “I really don’t think I need to spell it out for you. Use your imagination and I think you’ll catch onto it.”
He rolled to his back then rubbed his eyes with his hands. It was easy to see he was struggling with the decision. He didn’t want to strip me of my v-card so hastily. I could appreciate his hesitance. But I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Hell, that much was certain in the way he kissed me. I understood where he was coming from with the whole virginity thing, and I wasn’t changing my mind.
I also refused to ignore what I wanted anymore, and I wanted him.
I bit my lip as he silently deliberated on what to do. Then I crawled on top of him, settling my hips above his. He startled, grabbed my hips, and stared at me with wide eyes.
“What are you doing?” he asked, soft brown eyes holding mine.
I smirked as I teasingly rocked my hips above his erection hidden beneath his jeans. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“You might regret this in the morning,” he said, moving his fingers to my ass. They dug in, and I sighed, egged on by the feel of him giving in.