Chapter 6
6
LIAM
E very cell in my body was on full alert the second Willow said she wanted me. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, though. Maybe I’d misunderstood her.
But no—she wanted me to take her virginity. She didn’t just want me. She wanted me to be her first. That was very specific.
Those were the words I hadn’t even realized I’d been waiting to hear. They were the most beautiful words ever spoken.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “It’s a big step.”
“Absolutely,” she said. “If you’re up to the task.”
Oh, that was definitely a dare. She might not know me well yet, but she was about to learn that I didn’t shy away from dares. I tackled them head-on.
“I’m up to it,” I said. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
That sounded like a sleazy pickup line, but we were already in my house. It wasn’t like I was saying it to her at the bar where we’d met. Okay, so I’d basically said something very similar back at the lodge, but it had been a joke then.
This was no joke. It was dead serious.
“Right here on the couch,” she said. “I want you here. Now.”
I could only stare at her as the glow from the fire danced across her skin. My dick had been hard from almost the moment I sat down next to her at the bar, but now it pressed painfully against my zipper. I resisted the urge to adjust myself. The last thing I needed was for her to see me fumbling with my crotch.
She set her mug on the end table beside her. Nothing could signal more that she was ready, but I had to remind myself to take it slow. She might be irresistible, but this was her first time. It was bound to hurt.
“Get over here,” I said.
Then I second-guessed myself. Maybe she wasn’t into being ordered around in bed. I wasn’t the type to bark commands at a woman, in the bedroom or elsewhere. But right now, my cock was in control, and it was telling me to get down to business.
As she stood, her smile told me she had no problem with my commands. But instead of moving to the middle cushion, as I expected, she came to stand between my legs, looking down at me with a teasing smile.
“Take off your shirt,” she said. “I want to see what you’ve got going on under there.”
Oh, shit. She meant business. Who knew I’d like being ordered around so much?
I complied, jerking my sweatshirt over my head and tossing it onto the couch beside me. Maybe I flexed a little more than necessary. I wanted to look my absolute best for her.
“Now the jeans,” she said.
I glanced down. Sitting and removing jeans wasn’t exactly graceful, but I wasn’t about to argue. I unbuttoned and unzipped, sliding them down to my thighs before kicking off my shoes so I could take them the rest of the way off. That left me in only my navy boxer briefs, and there was no way she could miss the bulge pressing against the thin fabric.
“You’re enormous, aren’t you?” she asked as her eyes locked on mine. “Your cock. Is it bad to say that word?”
I shook my head. “No. I like it. That’s what it is.”
“That’s exactly what it is.” Her lips moved into another smile.
“But no, I wouldn’t call any part of me small, including my cock.”
Her eyes widened, and I could tell she was surprised by my use of the word. It clearly didn’t bother her, though. She still wore a smile.
“Can I see it?” she asked.
My first impulse was to ask, “See what?” But I knew exactly what she meant. This was getting a little unfair, though. She was still fully clothed, and I was about to be completely naked.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “You take off your dress, and I’ll take off my underwear.”
It was too soon for that. She was new to all of this, after all. Maybe I should let her keep her dress on if it made her feel comfortable.
As soon as I had that thought, she reached behind her, sliding her zipper down. The dress peeled away, revealing a simple black bra and matching panties. Nothing elaborate, but somehow, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Sexier than even the sexiest lingerie. Her curves were eye-popping.
“Your turn,” she said, kicking the dress aside.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs and pushed them down, my eyes never leaving hers. Her gaze flickered downward as my cock sprang free, hard and ready for her.
She didn’t move. Didn’t reach for me. And that was when I reminded myself she was a virgin. She wouldn’t just jump into this.
“Come here,” I said, reaching out but not touching her just yet.
She stepped forward, then moved to straddle my thighs. I was fully naked, and she still wore her underwear. The tables had turned, but not for long.
“This is nice,” she murmured. “Can we just stay like this forever?”
I wanted a whole lot more than this. But if she needed to take her time, I’d give her that.
I let my hands roam, starting at her thighs, moving up over her hips and her waist, stopping just below her breasts. I didn’t touch them yet—just let my thumbs brush over the soft fabric of her bra as I admired her.
When I finally lifted my gaze, she was already watching me. And in that moment, I couldn’t resist any longer. I had to kiss her.
She must have had the same thought, because she leaned down just as I tilted my chin up. Our mouths met, and as soon as I parted her lips with my tongue, she moaned.
That sound? It was everything.
Her hands traveled over my biceps, up toward my shoulders as my hands found her back, continuing to explore the curves I’d been aching to touch since the moment I saw her.
Then she moved one of her hands between us and I held my breath as her fingers wrapped around my cock. Finally, a low groan rumbled from my throat.
She didn’t let up. If anything, her strokes became bolder.
Holy fucking shit. If she didn’t stop soon, I was going to come all over her stomach.
I could stop her. Or I could distract her. Distracting her would be a better move.
Sliding my hand beneath the waistband of her underwear, I found exactly what I was looking for—slick, hot, and already swollen. Her grip faltered as I circled her clit with my thumb.
A few more strokes, and she wasn’t touching me at all anymore. Instead, her fingers dug into my arms as she rocked her hips against my hand.
I watched her, mesmerized. The way she moved, the way she gasped—she was gorgeous.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmured. “You’re so wet. You feel so good.”
Her breath hitched. “Oh, God,” she whispered.
Her body tensed. And then she shuddered. When she stilled, I had no doubt I’d just given Willow her first orgasm. The wonder in her expression, the slight tremble in her limbs, the way she looked down at me like I’d just shown her something magical…
“That was your first orgasm, wasn’t it?” I asked.
She nodded. “I tried before…you know, on my own. I guess I wasn’t doing it right.”
“You needed me,” I said, brushing my lips across her collarbone. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. There’s plenty more where that came from.”