Chapter 6
Hopefully I’m not about to fuck everything up.
I finish prepping the salad for tonight”s dinner and put the chicken back in the oven to warm, hoping I haven’t made a mistake that will make us both sick. My cooking skills are pretty basic, but the guy at the grocery store was adamant that making a roast chicken is a sure thing.
I glance at the clock for the millionth time, wondering when Betty will arrive. Everything about her captivates me. I love how she’s a smart, independent woman, not to mention her curves make me want to spend the rest of my life in bed with her.
I jump out of my chair and rush to the door when I hear her knock. The goddamn rain outside still hasn’t let up, and I don’t want her getting soaked standing on my doorstep.
“Hey, Clark!” Betty”s eyes light up when she sees me.
An unfamiliar pang of desire fills my chest. I could seriously get used to seeing her come home to me every night like this. “Hey, how was your day?” I ask, taking her bag from her and ushering her in. I put her bag down by the couch and gesture her toward the kitchen.
“Amazing! Do you remember how I mentioned I applied for a promotion at work? I found out today I got it!” Betty practically bounces with excitement. “I can”t believe it happened! I didn’t think I’d actually get it.”
Pride at her accomplishment surges through me. “That’s wonderful news! Congratulations, Betty. You deserve it.”
My eyes linger on her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes as warmth blooms in my chest. I love seeing her so happy. I want nothing more than to make her happy like this.
“Are you cooking?” Her gaze flits to the stove, and her eyes soften as she smiles appreciatively. “You didn”t have to go to all this trouble for me, Clark.”
“Of course I did. You”re worth it.” The words come from deep within me, the truth of them resonating in my bones. I watch her sit at the dining table as I go to the oven and remove the chicken. Having her here feels right, like she belongs. “I wanted to do something nice for you. Plus, I’m more than happy to help you celebrate your promotion.”
“Oh, Clark,” she says, looking like she’s at a loss for words. “That’s…thank you. That means a lot to me.”
“Anything for you, Betty. Anything.”
We sit down to dinner, and Betty takes a bite of the roast chicken. Her eyes widen in delight. “Clark, this is delicious!”
“Thank you,” I reply, thankful that the butcher was right. I haven’t been this nervous about anyone or anything since I was in the Middle East and fighting for our country.
“Betty, there”s something I want to ask you,” I start hesitantly, searching for the right words.
“Sure, Clark, what”s up?”
“I have to ask. My buddy Wes, his wedding is coming up. Would you do me the honor of being my date?” My knee bounces under the table, and I push down on it with one of my hands. Each second I wait for her response is excruciating.
The force of Betty’s smile could light up the whole of Jefferson. “Of course! That sounds like a lot of fun. Though will people think we’re…together?” Her smile fades a little, and she bites her lip, looking slightly nervous.
“Well,” I say, trying to find the right words. “I wouldn’t mind if that were the case.” Geez, Clark. Way to be suave about asking a woman out.
Her eyes meet mine, reflecting a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Really?”
“Betty. You’re a remarkable woman. I admire your drive and ambition, not to mention I’ve never seen another woman who has a fraction of your beauty. I think we could have something special together. I want to be your man.” My pulse races, waiting for her to respond.
Betty looks away for a moment and runs her hand through her silky brownhair. When she looks back at me, her eyes glitter and a smile forms on her perfect pink lips. “Clark, I”ve had feelings for you since I moved in. You”re an incredible man.”
My heart swells with happiness. “So, would you like to give us a chance? See where this can go?”
“I would love that, Clark.” Her smile lights up my heart. “I care for you too. Though I should tell you... I”ve never been in a serious relationship before. I”ve never even... been with a man.”
I”m taken aback with surprise, but knowing that I will be first is powerful. As far as I’m concerned, I’m going to be her first and only. I resolve to be tender with her. “That”s okay, Betty. I”ll make it special for you. I promise to treat you right.”
“Thank you, Clark,” she whispers, emotion in her eyes. “That means so much to me.”
I reach across the table, taking her hand in mine. “You mean so much to me too, Betty. We”ll take this journey together every step of the way.”
I stand and walk to Betty, extending my hand. She takes it with a smile, standing and stepping closer to me.
“Betty,” I whisper, pulling her into a tender embrace.
Our lips meet in a long-awaited kiss, the pull of our attraction igniting a fire deep within me. Her curves press against me, fitting perfectly in my arms, and my desire can no longer be denied.
“Clark.” Betty is breathless as she looks up at me, her blue eyes bright. Hearing my name on Betty’s lips is the most perfect sound in the world. “Make love to me.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, searching her eyes for any hesitation.
It’s a big deal that she’s giving her virginity to me, but knowing I’ll be the only man who ever touches her is more powerful than any drug on earth. When she’s in my bed and under me as I make love to her, I’ll be claiming her for the rest of our lives. Everything may be new between us, but I know in my soul that she’s the woman I’ll marry.
“Yes, I”m ready,” she whispers, an open vulnerability in her eyes.
“Okay.” I lace my fingers through hers, leading her down the hallway to my bedroom.
We step into the room, and I close the door, locking out the world. Turning back to Betty, I reach for her. I pull her soft body against mine, running my hands over her, a primal need to feel her skin against my body raging in me.
“God, you”re gorgeous,” I murmur, my eyes tracing the lines and curves of her body. Betty has the curves of a woman, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshipping and loving her.
“Thank you,” she says softly, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
My erection strains against my pants. The anticipation of being with her is driving me wild. My entire soul is filled with the need to see her in my bed, naked and open for me. I want to learn how she sighs, how she wiggles when I plunge my cock into her, and what her face looks like when she comes.
And then I’m going to bring her to ecstasy every night for the rest of our lives.
“Clark,” Betty sighs, her hands roaming over my chest and shoulders. “Touch me.”
“Anywhere you want, love,” I whisper, my hands sliding down her body to cup her ass, kneading the soft flesh and pulling her closer.
“Everywhere,” she breathes.
She moans softly as I pay attention to each sensitive spot, her sighs of pleasure fueling the fire of my need for her.
“I need you, Clark.” Betty’s voice is filled with the purest longing.
She looks up at me and bites her plump lip. I groan as I imagine her mouth licking and sucking my cock – but not tonight. Tonight is all about giving her pleasure and making her first time as perfect as possible. It’ll be a miracle if I can last more than ten seconds once I’m buried in her sweet pussy, but tonight is a night for miracles. There’s no way I’m leaving my woman unsatisfied.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you, Betty. Just let me know if you need me to stop or slow down at any point,” I assure her, my eyes locked on hers as I guide her toward my bed.
“I’m yours,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
As I lower my head to hers and her tongue teases mine, I know I”ll never let her go. Betty is mine, tonight and forever.