Ella
I freeze.
How did he know? Does it show?
Will he still want me if he knows I don't know what I'm doing?
I don't want him to stop. He can't stop. I think I might explode if he stops now. The ache between my legs turns into a throb.
I need him to touch me.
Everywhere.
"?" He's frowning as he watches and waits for my response. "Have you done this before?"
I could lie. I should lie. He'll never know. Anything to keep him from stopping. My body aches for more. I look into his deep blue eyes.
This is my match.
We're meant to be together. We matched on every level. If there was such a thing as a perfect match on Mountain Mates, we are as close as it gets.
We're meant to be together.
And it's more than that, too. I feel it in my soul that he's the one for me.
I'm going to be his wife.
Surely, I can't start our relationship together with a lie.
Tell him the truth.
But what if he?—
"?" he says again, gruffer this time.
I open my mouth, still unsure of what will come out, but Jamie stops me. "No lies, . Nothing but the truth between us, okay?"
I nod. Yes, that makes sense. "Nothing but the truth." I nod and swallow hard. "No," I say. "I've never done this before. I'm a virgin, Jamie."
He blows out a breath and drops his head, his gaze on the floorboards. "A virgin."
Disappointment rushes through me, and instantly I regret not telling him sooner. The last few days were full of flirting and risqué texts, and plenty of opportunity to tell him the truth before I arrived and made a fool of myself. Hot tears spring to my eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have told you." The words rush out of me. "I understand if you don't want me now. I never should have?—"
His hand catches my wrist as I move to turn, and he spins me around until I'm pressed up against him. His arms cage me in. "Never apologize for who you are, ." His voice is hard. "Do you understand?"
I nod. "But I should have told you before, so?—"
"No," he stops me. "This is the perfect time to tell me." He pulls me even tighter to him, so I can feel every inch of his thick hard rod pressed into my belly.
I can't help but suck in a breath. If it feels this big...how big is it?
But I can't think about that right now. I need to focus on Jamie and the fact that I just dropped my virginity bomb on him. "I just don't want you to think that I don't know what I'm doing."
"Do you?" His lips quirk up into a sly grin. "Know what you're doing, I mean?"
"Not really." I bite my bottom lip and shake my head slightly. "But that doesn't mean I can't learn."
His nostrils flare. "Oh, sweetheart. You can definitely learn." He presses his lips to the base of my throat. "And I promise to be a very, very attentive teacher."
A shiver rocks through me as he lowers his kisses to the top of my breasts. "You're not mad?"
Jamie chokes on a laugh. "That you're a virgin? Hell no." When he looks up into my eyes, his own are darkened with desire. "I fucking love that you're untouched, sweetheart. It's the greatest gift you could have given me."
Gift. I've never thought about my virginity as a gift. Sure, Aunt Beryl used to tell Clarissa how precious her virginity was, and how important it was to save herself for her future husband. But she never said the same things to me. Of course, it's clear that she never really expected me to get married. She probably never thought I'd find a man who'd want to take me to bed either.
If only she could see me now.
No!
My terrible aunt was the last person I should be thinking of right now. She doesn't deserve a place in my thoughts at all. The only person who matters is right in front of me. Touching me, kissing me...
"Oh!"
My breath catches as Jamie sucks a nipple between his lips and tugs. The move sends a shot of fire straight between my legs, where the heat has already built to a raging inferno.
"That feels so good." I arch my back into him, pressing my tits out and rubbing my thighs together to ease the almost unbearable ache.
"Just you wait, sweetheart." His hands slide down my hot skin to the waistband of my leggings and shove the fabric down to my ankles. Jamie drops to his knees in front of me and pulls my feet free one at a time.
I'm standing completely naked except for my bra and panties. But instead of being nervous or unsure, the way he's looking up at me from his position on the floor emboldens me. His pupils are blown with desire. He's watching me as if I'm the most beautiful woman in the world, and to my surprise...I believe it.
His hands are huge and rough, but also gentle and light, as they slide up my calves, to my knees and then finally my inner thighs. "Look how wet you are for me, sweetheart." The thick pad of his thumb strokes across the damp front of my panties. "Soaked."
"I'm so...it feels so..."
I don't even know how to explain how I feel. Turned on, hot, wild, out of control. All of the above.
He moans and presses his lips to the tender skin on the inside of my thigh. I jolt from the sensitive touch, but Jamie reaches up and grabs my hips, holding me in place. "Don't move, ."
My knees are weak, and my legs shake from the anticipation and my growing desire, but I do as I'm told.
Even when he slips his fingers past the elastic waistband of the panties I bought in anticipation of this moment. I suck in a breath as he pushes the fabric to one side, and when his tongue finally, mercifully makes contact with my core, I cry out.