Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Renn
When It Feels Real
Had he just imagined that invisible barrier as he thrust his length deep inside this woman who oozed desire and seemed so sure about what she wanted from him?
He pushed up on his forearm so he could look into her eyes, cupping her face and searching for an answer.
But her emerald green eyes were sparkling with lust, and were those tears?
“Are you a virgin?” His voice was strained from the self-control he was trying to maintain buried so deep inside her, but he could feel her tight core clinching around him.
“Was,” she said, hiking one leg up and wrapping her thigh around his leg. “Please don’t stop—you feel so good filling me up.”
His cock twitched inside her and he swore he got even harder. How was it possible she had just given him her virginity?
“Miranda, how old are you?”
“Don’t overthink this. I’m twenty-seven. I’ve just never met anyone I thought was worthy of sharing myself with. And then life got in the way, and I’m tired of waiting.”
She slid her hands over his chest down to his biceps, trying to pull him toward her. “Don’t worry, I won’t go falling in love with you. But can we please keep going?”
He wasn’t a saint by any stretch of the imagination, and having her firm, warm body, writhing beneath him, was the definition of torture.
Slowly he pulled out and eased back in again, all while watching her face for any more signs of pain.
But when her eyes fluttered closed and she stretched her neck back, he knew she was feeling only pleasure.
He moved as slow as he could and was careful not to sink all the way into her again.
But holding back while she unraveled was only heightening his own pleasure.
Watching her come undone for the first time was like pure torture, and when she cried out in ecstasy he couldn’t help but pump faster and drive them both over the edge.
When her body stopped twitching and she collapsed on the soft pillows, he slowly eased out of her and lay on the bed next to her, their breathing heavy from exertion.
“How long do we have to wait before we can do that again?” she asked, rolling over toward him and running her hand up and down the center of his chest.
He couldn’t help but laugh. “Give me at least a few minutes, and maybe a sip of water.”
Her soft chuckle was like music to his ears, after he started to worry if he’d hurt her.
And she surprised him by rolling out of the bed naked to walk over to the minibar.
She grabbed a sports drink and came back to bed.
After opening the bottle and taking a swig she passed it to him.
“I’ll be right back,” she said then slipped into the bathroom.
He disposed of the used condom and pulled the covers down before lying back on the pillows just as she reappeared.
“Ready now?” she asked.
Something about this woman’s spitfire confidence mixed with naivety was really messing with him. She was the hottest woman he’d ever met, offering him sex with no strings attached, and yet he wanted to know exactly what she was thinking and feeling.
“Did you happen to buy more than one condom?”
A blush spread through her already glowing cheeks. “I bought three, just in case.” She picked up her jeans and pulled out two more packets from the back pocket.
“I guess we’ll find out tonight if the third time really is the charm.” He held out his hand for her to get back in bed. And guided her to straddle his lap. “Maybe we should try a different position where you can be more in control. Since you’re calling all the shots tonight anyway.”
Her blonde hair tickled his chest as she leaned forward to kiss him and then said, “Don’t get attached.”
And he hated to say it might already be too late.
They spent the rest of the night tasting and teasing each other.
As expected, she rode him with so much enthusiasm he had to go over football plays to distract himself from coming too soon.
Then she let him hold her as they both drifted off to sleep, but she woke him in the middle of the night by palming his length until he was ready.
What started out as quiet and slow from behind turned into an intimate experience between strangers because from this angle his hand could skim every inch of her body, while he watched her arch into each thrust he made.
But the next morning it was as if Miranda had been a dream.
The only trace of her was his exhaustion and the faint smell of her sweet scent on his sheets.
She must have gotten dressed in the dark and slipped out before sunrise because the clock only read 6:03 a.m. She was gone, leaving him wanting more of her.
But today he was leaving, just like he’d planned.
Even if he wanted to stay, there was no one here who was asking him to.