Chapter Six
Trigger
“I’m a virgin!”
The words cut right between us just as I lean in to kiss her, and I freeze in my tracks, brows lifting in surprise.
It’s not easy to catch me off guard, but this girl has managed to do just that on more than one occasion.
Slowly, I push back to look at Maeve, only to find her eyes tightly shut, chest heaving with every breath.
“What?”
It’s more of a reaction to her words than a question. Hell, maybe it’s both.
Surely, I heard wrong. That must be it, because it doesn’t make any sense for a woman as gorgeous and smart as Maeve Halloway to be a virgin.
Untouched? I sensed her shyness when she first undressed and figured she probably hadn’t been with a man for a while, but a virgin?
That would mean she hasn’t been with a man… at all.
Until me.
Hell, I can still taste her. The sweet and tangy taste of her arousal is still fresh on my tongue, and knowing that I’m the first person to taste it is doing things to me. That dangerously possessive feeling, the one that’s been growing ever since I met her, finally takes root. Solid roots.
Maeve slowly opens her eyes and looks up at me under the nervous flutter of her long lashes. “Yeah, I…I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, but I wasn’t sure how or when to say it.”
“You’re a virgin.”
She flushes, turning away, but I don’t allow her to shift her gaze, grabbing her chin and forcing those pretty green eyes back on me.
“You’ve never had sex before?”
She chews on her bottom lip, so I slide my thumb over the lip to release it. “I don’t think doing it alone counts, does it?” Her eyes drop from mine. “I’ve…explored by myself, but that’s all.”
Christ above. How the hell can someone be so incredibly smart and so endearingly na?ve at the same time? How can she be so goddamned sexy and how the fuck is it that no one’s snatched this girl up for themselves until this very moment?
“You weren’t ready to be with a man before,” I muse, dragging my thumb over her smooth jaw. “Is that why you’ve waited?”
She shakes her head. “I wasn’t waiting, or maybe I was, I don’t know,” she murmurs, nuzzling my hand as it moves up and down her cheek.
“I just never paid too much attention to sex. I wasn’t attracted to any of the boys in college or law school and whenever I had the urge, I just… I took care of it myself.”
Fuck. I can’t stop the image of Maeve taking care of herself that pops into my head.
What I wouldn’t give to watch that happen.
“And now?”
Her eyes lock with mine. “I have…the urge,” she says, dropping her hands between us and toying with the buttons of my shirt. “I’ve had it for a while now, and I want you to take care of it. I haven’t ruined the moment, haven’t I?”
“Maeve—”
She pops the second button, then moves to the third.
“It’s embarrassing. That I don’t have any experience.
I know it might not be as good for you. Sex is better and more fun with someone who knows what they’re doing and I…
” Her voice trails off when my mouth splits in a wide grin. “You’re laughing.”
There’s hurt in her voice, so I rush to soothe, smoothing a hand down her shoulders before pulling her into an embrace.
“You charm the hell out of me, Maeve Halloway,” I say, my heart swelling with affection for the woman the universe saw fit to send my way.
“You have no fucking idea how insane the thought of being your first drives me. That I get to touch you, pleasure you in ways no other man has.” I kiss her bare shoulder.
“You’ll never want to feel another man’s touch when I’m done making love to you. ”
“You don’t mind?”
I laugh, leaning down and wrapping my hands around the backs of her thighs before lifting her into my arms. She instinctively wraps her legs around my hips, lining up her wet, naked sex against my throbbing cock.
I groan, wanting to tear off my jeans so there aren’t any more clothes between us, but Christ, I can’t afford to be reckless with my sexy attorney.
A virgin?
The word circles in my brain as I carry her back to the couch. I’ve never been a selfish lover, but after the incident with the cop’s ex ten years ago, I’ve always been careful and a tad withdrawn. I give and seek pleasure without completely losing myself in the moment, but with Maeve…
I lay her down on the couch and step back to shrug off my shirt since she’s already unbuttoned it. Her gasp rings in the air and I can tell without looking what’s caused that reaction from her.
“A prison fight,” I tell her, popping the button to my jeans before tugging down the zipper. “I was winning and completely underestimated my opponent. Was unprepared when he pulled out a shiv and would have sliced open my throat if I hadn’t spotted it.”
I keep the jeans on, unbuttoned as I climb over her. A shiver rolls down my back when she lifts her fingers to my throat and trails them down the scar. “He almost killed you,” she murmurs, but her caress doesn’t stop where the scar ends. “I’m glad you’re alive.”
Her fingers keep moving over my pecs and down to my hard stomach. I let her feel, let her featherlike touch caress the hard muscles of my stomach, figuring she’ll stop at that, but she surprises me when she dips her hand inside my jeans. I didn’t think she had it in her.
I keep underestimating her. And she keeps surprising me.
Suddenly, I don’t care about the time I spent in prison. Everything that happened in the past has led me to this moment. To her.
“Fuck,” I growl, dropping my forehead against hers when she wraps her fist around my throbbing cock. She gasps when I jerk in her grip, precum leaking down my length. “How is it that you can unravel me with a single touch?”
She flushes, those stunning eyes glinting under the sunlight that filters in through her living room window.
“I ask myself the same question,” she murmurs as she starts stroking my cock, using the slick of my precum to aid the movement.
It’s shy and uncertain and so fucking hot, and it’s the best hand job I’ve ever received.
Even better than the ones I gave myself across the street while watching her window like a perv.
I don’t have to wonder anymore about what her mouth tastes like or how her sexy body feels under mine. I don’t have to guess what kind of noises she makes when I kiss her—they’re low, breathy sighs that make my cock grow impossibly hard.
The way her skin tastes, I can’t get enough of it as I lean down to track my tongue over her throat. She moans, throwing her head back and allowing me access to her body. Access that has been denied to other men.
She cries out, her back arching off the couch, when I bite into her skin before soothing the sting with my tongue. I feel a desperate need to leave a visible mark on her pretty porcelain skin so all those other clients and lawyers know she’s taken.
“Mine,” I growl as I lick a path between her breasts and down her belly. I move her hand from my aching cock as I kiss down her body. She gasps when I push her knees, raising them so I can see that pretty pussy again, all slicked up with arousal. No, I’ll never tire of watching her.
I’ll never not want her.
I close my eyes but for only a moment, breathing in her soft, feminine scent, letting it drug me and drag me into a state of euphoria.
And when I’m high enough that she’s all I can smell, I bury my tongue between her legs again, lapping and teasing her until she’s sobbing.
Her fingers claw at my shoulders as I lose myself in her sugary sweet flesh.
“Oh God,” she heaves, rolling her hips frantically as I worship her, my cock weeping from the lack of attention.
I growl against her sex as I start to hump the couch, the movement offering me little relief but I don’t stop.
I’m like a dog in heat as I slam my cock into the cushion, panting as I bring my middle finger to her sex and work it into her entrance.
She’s tight, tighter than I anticipated, and I nearly lose my damn mind.
For a second, just a brief second, I question if I can have her without losing all of my control.
If I can hold back and not ram into her like a raging bull.
“Fuck me, you’re so tight, baby,” I growl, thrusting shallowly into her before slowly adding another finger.
“And you’re all mine.” I close my mouth over her clit in hot suction and growl when her pussy seizes around my fingers and her back arches off the bed.
Her arousal coats my jaw and beard as she orgasms, her hips thrashing under me.
“Oh…oh God!” Her chest trembles with every ragged breath, rough tremors rolling through her body as I keep thrusting my fingers in and out of her, stretching her for my cock.
She’s still trembling when I pull back to look at her and Christ, she looks like an angel with her hair mussed and her tits flushed, those pretty eyes dazed. Miles away from the attorney who fought so fiercely to secure my release.
And I want her.
Now.
I quickly sit up and strip out of my jeans, yanking them down along with my boxer briefs. I don’t trust myself to hold back, to not get lost in the feel of her and drive her to levels she can’t take, so I grab her waist and pull her onto my lap, handing her control of the moment.
She understands immediately, her eyes locked on mine as she straddles me and lifts her hips over my cock. I brush her hair from her face, then pull her into a kiss, intent on taking it slow, but I feel control slip from my grasp.
I want her so bad I could die.
My mouth stays pressed on hers as I grab my cock with my free hand and rub it against her sex, gathering her wetness onto my shaft before lining myself up with her entrance.
Slowly, as we pant against each other, she lowers herself, sheathing me with her tightness. I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to grasp her hips and pull her down onto my cock.