Chapter 19
STEVIE
Buzzing with anticipation, Stevie endured the five-minute drive to Clay’s cabin, soothed marginally by the way he’d reached across the seat and interlaced their fingers. But as soon as he parked in front of the wooden porch and shut off the engine, she was out of the truck and heading to the cabin.
And he was right behind her.
She’d been waiting for this moment since they’d first kissed and now it was finally here Stevie could not get to it fast enough. Tonight, she was losing her virginity. To Clay Calhoun. No more waiting. No more making out on haystacks or picnic blankets or in truck cabins.
Her breathing came in husky pants and her pulse tripped as she traversed the four stairs lit by the warm glow of a light mounted beside the cabin door.
‘It’s open,’ he said from right behind her, his breath warm on her neck.
Stevie’s hand shook as she turned the knob, the door giving without resistance – praise the Lord.
It was dark inside but she barely had time to register it as the door thunked shut behind her and Clay’s hands were spinning her to face him, lowering his head to kiss her long and wet and exceptionally dirty, his hands wandering to her ass, palming the crease where the back of her thighs met her butt and lifting.
She was only vaguely aware of her surroundings as he walked her through the house, her thighs parting to accommodate the thrust of his hips.
She was more aware of the rough pant of their breathing and the deep stroke of his tongue and the hard ridge of his erection against the seam of her jeans as Clay’s mouth continued its onslaught.
How he managed to move and navigate through his dark cabin while she clung to him, without knocking into walls or furniture, she didn’t know but she sure appreciated his strength, spatial awareness and ability to multitask.
At some point he drew to a halt, his hands loosening from her ass, easing her down until her toes touched down.
Their mouths separated; a lamp blinking on a second later, throwing a low golden light around the space, and Stevie was able to see her surroundings.
His bedroom, she assumed with his very big bed hitting the backs of her thighs and an even bigger window opposite the foot of the bed that she imagined would give him an incredible view by day.
That was as far as she got before he muttered, ‘Take off your clothes,’ as he went to work on his own.
It took a beat or two for her head to clear from the fog of his kiss but when it did, she joined him in a hasty scramble to get naked. Stripping her shirt over her head, toeing off her boots, reefing the zipper of her jeans down then wriggling out of the denim.
She paused at her underwear, hyperaware now of all his bare flesh and hers.
Aware too that she’d not been fully naked in front of him and temporarily shy at the thought.
Which was ridiculous given he’d made himself intimately familiar with both parts of her body hidden behind the two remaining scraps of fabric.
But then he stripped out of his Calvins, his stiff, solid girth fully revealed, and she temporarily forgot about her state of undress at the sight of his nudity. He was magnificent, just as she knew he would be, just as she had dreamed.
She’d already seen the flex of his muscles, felt them smooth and hard against her, but unclothed, he really was a sight to behold.
Like something from an anatomy text book but with warm, vital flesh and dark hair that sprinkled over pecs and abs and arrowed down to a thatch between his legs from which his erection sprang – thick and long and veined, the flushed dome she’d taken in her mouth about ten minutes ago engorged and taut.
‘Stevie?’
Standing before her, so big and perfectly delineated, he looked like a prize stallion primed to rut, and it took a few seconds for Stevie to respond, for her to drag her eyes to his face and say, ‘Hmm?’
He tipped his chin at her underwear. ‘Those too.’
His gaze ate her up, his eyes burning a pathway between her purple lacy cotton crop top and matching panties. Clay’s obvious desire to see her incinerated any shyness.
He wanted to see her, and it was curiously liberating.
With her pulse a thrum in her ears, Stevie removed her crop top and then her panties, watching him the entire time, watching how his gaze homed in on her nipples then on the slick aching heart of her, watching the play of desire on his face and in the darkening of his eyes.
‘God,’ he murmured as she stood before him, fully exposed. ‘You’re so beautiful.’
His hushed praise made her breathless. ‘So are you.’
Crossing the few feet that separated them, Clay slid his hands around her waist, his body coming into alignment with hers, his erection a thick wedge against her belly.
When his mouth met hers this time it was soft and lingering, his tongue a lazy swirl against hers, the sensation hardening her nipples and causing a wild flutter in the walls of her sex and she moaned and shifted restlessly in his arms.
Pulling back a little, he smiled at her before whispering, ‘Lie on the bed.’
Letting out a shuddery breath, Stevie sank onto the mattress behind as he stepped away. His sheets were cool on her heated flesh as she centred herself, turning her head when he opened the bedside drawer and rummaged inside before removing a wrapped foil packet.
Condoms.
In her rush to prove to him she was here for all the right reasons, she hadn’t given contraception a thought. Which was exceptionally stupid. Rookie error maybe but still – she was smarter than that.
Her internal castigation ceased abruptly though as Clay climbed onto the mattress, his gaze glued to hers as he shuffled to the centre of the bed.
Sliding his knee over her closest thigh, he planted it between her legs, following it quickly with his second knee, urging her legs apart as he settled back on his haunches between them.
His hand landed on her leg causing Stevie to shiver, the fine hairs on her body standing to attention.
Slowly, it moved down to her calf and then her foot, which he raised off the bed.
Coaxing her knee into a bend, he placed her foot on his chest against the cushioned muscle of his pec, his thumb brushing back and forth along her arch.
It was the softest of touches but Stevie felt it everywhere.
‘I’m going to kiss and lick and suck you all over,’ he murmured, his voice rough and low, his gaze lit with carnal intent. ‘And when you can’t take it any longer, I’m going to slide into you and show you how a man loves a woman.’
Stevie blushed at him repeating her words. He could have said any number of dirty things he no doubt knew and had said to countless women before but somehow, using her gentile ones made this so much more personal.
Made it about her.
‘Any objections?’ he asked, as if he wasn’t planted between her legs like a feudal lord declaring his intention to conquer every inch of her body and expecting her full capitulation.
Like he didn’t know she’d die if he didn’t.
‘None,’ she said, her voice a breathy husk in her parched throat.
He grinned then as he dropped a soft kiss on her big toe, sensation streaking like a hot arrow straight to the throbbing heart of her. Oh, sweet Lord. This was going to be utterly torturous and with her body already balanced on a knife’s edge she didn’t know how she could possibly take it.
But she did.
Moaning and writhing and panting through every touch of his lips, every stroke of his fingers, every swipe of his tongue, her hands gripping the sheets as his hot breath fanned goose bumps over her skin then clutching his hair and arching off the bed as he nuzzled between her legs and savoured her nipples.
By the time he was feasting on her mouth, Stevie was a boneless puddle of quivering nerve endings, hypersensitive to the lightest of stimuli, her pulse a hot throb through her neck, her breasts, her belly and between her legs where his erection pressed into all her slickness, taunting the excruciating fullness of her clit.
Her orgasm hovered like a storm waiting for the first strike of lightning to break.
‘Clay,’ she muttered, her lips brushing against his as she panted in an agony of sensation. ‘Please… I can’t… I need…’
She’d said that about six times already, all of which he’d hushed with silken promises of just a little longer, but there must have been something in the timbre of her voice that was different this time.
‘You aching, Stevie girl?’ he murmured as his lips trekked from her mouth to the sensitive spot behind her ear. ‘You need it now?’
She gasped as he simultaneously rocked his hips and flicked his tongue at her ear lobe, and muscles down low shuddered in ominous warning. ‘Yes,’ she panted, the air in her lungs too saturated by lust to shift very far. ‘Now. I need it now.’
Stevie didn’t think she’d ever needed anything more in her life than Clay Calhoun taking what she’d been saving for the right person.
What she’d been saving for him.
Thankfully he acquiesced, reaching across for the condom, tearing it open with his teeth, smiling at her as he somehow managed to lever himself off her enough to sheath himself before settling back between her legs, guiding himself to her entrance, the thick nudge of him finding her slippery, hot centre.
‘Okay?’ he asked, his eyes blazing into hers.
She nodded, her breath almost strangling in anticipation. ‘Yes.’
‘I’ll be honest with you, I haven’t done this before.’
Stevie laughed, expelling the sudden nervous tension. ‘That makes two of us.’
He smiled and pressed a long slow kiss to her mouth that had Stevie craving him even more.
‘I mean,’ he continued when he finally pulled back, ‘I haven’t been with a virgin before so I don’t know if or how much it might hurt.
But I do know, you’re very, very’ – he bugged his eyes, his lips quirking into a crooked smile – ‘wet which should help.’