Chapter 7
7
TEAGAN
I might be a virgin, but I’d been kissed before. Sloppy kisses with immature guys who thought they knew what they were doing. Heck, even I thought they knew what they were doing.
But I was twenty-three years old, and this guy was in his thirties. His experience clearly paid off.
He started slowly, his hand settling on my back as his lips brushed mine. Finally, his tongue slipped between my lips, bringing an immediate sigh from me.
I settled my fingers in the nape of his neck, enjoying the contrast between the bare skin and the close-cropped hair there. He clearly had a military haircut that he’d let grow out a little, and I loved the look on him.
As the kiss deepened, our bodies came together and I no longer even noticed how cold it was in here. He was heating me from the inside out.
When he removed his hands from my back, I immediately ached for his touch. But I soon felt the cloth of the bomber jacket moving and realized his hands were sliding beneath it.
Those hands made their way to my blouse, tugging it from my jeans and running up my back. I took in the feel of his warm, rough fingers moving over my soft skin. It felt so darn good. When I arched my back, he moaned, I assumed because of the way my stomach rubbed the bulge behind the fly of his jeans.
Finally, he broke the kiss and looked down at me. “We could go back to my place.”
I shook my head. “There’s a perfectly good table over there.”
He wanted to take me back to his place to make love to me. I was well aware of that fact. I was also aware that mentioning the table was my way of keeping us here. There was something formal about hopping in his truck and heading back to his apartment. Something very predictable.
I wanted to be unpredictable, and going to his apartment felt like it would put pressure on me to be good at all this. But what if I didn’t meet his expectations, anyway? None of it made much sense when I thought it through, but that was how I felt. I was going on emotion, and my emotions told me to keep him here.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “It’s kind of cold.”
I smiled at him. “Then warm me up.”
That seemed to be all he needed to green-light what he wanted to do. What we both wanted to do.
He pulled me against him again and initiated the most passionate kiss yet. It took my breath. Curled my toes. Nothing in my life could compare to the way this man’s kiss made me feel.
I was so caught up in kissing him, I barely registered that we were moving until I nearly tripped over my own feet. He was the one walking backward, so my clumsiness was even more absurd.
At least it would appear that way to him. I knew why I was so awkward. I’d have to tell him that, eventually. I probably should tell him now. Yes, I should stop this kiss and blurt out that I was a virgin.
But then he lifted me up on the table and no way was I getting any words out. I was too busy processing the fact that he was unbuttoning my pants and sliding his hand beneath the waistband of my underwear.
Holy shit. He was going straight for it. If he knew I was a virgin, he definitely wouldn’t do that. He probably would insist we stop now and go back to his apartment, light some candles, maybe have some rose petals all around. I didn’t need that. This was far more exciting a first time than something like that would ever be.
When his hand went straight to my pussy, I just about came off the table. I held onto him like he was my lifeline. Maybe he was. Maybe I’d dissolve into a puddle of happiness if I didn’t have him anchoring me.
Finally, I broke the kiss just to catch my breath. That was when I felt his finger part my folds and slide inside. He stared down at me with an intensity that turned me on even more than what his touch was doing. Knowing someone like him wanted me sent heat straight to my most private area.
“You’re so wet,” he said. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
With that, he withdrew his finger, then slid both hands around my hips. I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, but then he gave a little shove downward and I realized he was easing off both my pants and underwear at the same time.
I closed my eyes and wiggled around, letting my hands join his in pushing things downward. I wasn’t sure if he’d take off my pants completely, but that was exactly what he did. That required me to kick off my ballet flats.
Once he had my pants off, he moved between my legs, but he didn’t straighten to kiss me again. Instead, he knelt in front of the table, looking up at me as he once again slid a finger inside me. At the same time, he slid his thumb over my swollen bud, moving it in slow circles and watching my reaction.
My eyes drifted closed. Nothing had ever felt this good. And that was saying a lot since his kisses had done things to me I hadn’t imagined.
But this was an all-new level of arousal. My entire body felt like it was on fire. Like it might explode at any second. My eyes were closed when he moved his thumb away from my clit. I wanted to tell him to put it back, but seconds later, something else made contact with that now-aching nub. His tongue.
My eyes popped open, and I looked down at him. Holy hell, that was sexy. He was still watching me.
I held our stare for as long as I could keep my eyes open, but that wasn’t long. Soon, my head was back, and I was sighing as waves of heat ran up and down my body. I held myself up, palms flattened on the table behind me, sure that I might collapse at any second, as wobbly as his tongue was making me.
“Oh God, that feels good,” I said.
That threw me off a second. Was I going to become the kind of person who talked during sex? I never thought I’d be the type. What was that type? I needed to stop thinking and start feeling.
Soon, the sensations overtook the logical part of my brain. All thought went out the window at that point. The heat was intensifying throughout my body, and it was clear that I was moving toward something. It was a steep ascent, but when I got there, I was going to feel damn good. I knew that much.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I started saying over and over.
I’d lost all control over speech. Words were just coming out. And then I let out a cry that had me hoping to God nobody was nearby. If they were, they sure as heck would have heard and known exactly what was going on over here.
As my orgasm winded down, I suddenly felt self-conscious. He’d seen me naked—my lower half, anyway—no man ever had before. It was weird that he’d seen that part of me before he saw the top half. But that didn’t mean I was ready to undress. Not with him fully clothed.
“We can stop if you want,” he said, looking up at me.
I shook my head. I should tell him I was a virgin. Now was the time.
“Krebs,” I said as he stood and leaned down for another kiss.
The word stopped him when his lips were just inches from mine. He had a lazy expression. Happy. He hadn’t even had his own orgasm yet, but he looked like he had. Maybe satisfying me had given him that kind of pleasure.
“I have?—”
“I don’t have protection,” he interrupted before I could get the words out.
I blinked several times, staring at him with what was no doubt a stunned expression. It took me a second to pivot to discussing this new topic.
“I’m on the pill,” I said. “But that’s not?—”
“That’s a relief,” he said. “I mean, we can still stop if you want. I just…well, I was hoping not to stop.”
“That wasn’t what I was going to say.”
Crap, why was this so hard? I was suddenly paranoid he was going to call the whole thing off when I made my announcement. And then what?
Then I’d go back to the lodge and drown my sorrows in a candy bar from the gift shop. Or maybe those would be my frustrations, not my sorrows.
“You’ve never done this before,” he said.
I widened my eyes. What the heck? How could he possibly have guessed? Did he somehow…know?
“What makes you say that?” I asked.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again. His expression had sobered considerably. Gone was the desire I’d seen seconds earlier, and I wanted it back.
“Something about the way you’re looking at me right now,” he said. “Am I wrong?”
I gulped, then I shook my head again. At least I didn’t have to say the words, but now I was lost. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say next.
“I’m ready,” I said.
That was it. The best I could come up with. But it was the truth. Truer than anything I’d ever said, actually.
“This is no place for someone’s first time,” he said. “Your first time should be romantic.”
“I don’t want it to be romantic,” I said. “I don’t want it to be like everyone else’s first time. I want it to be memorable. I want it to be now. I want it to be with you.”
We’d have plenty of time for candles and rose petals in the future. Heck, he could do that every Valentine’s Day and anniversary for the rest of our lives.
Oh God, had I just thought that? I was already planning our future, including Valentine’s Days and anniversaries. That was a total rookie move. I didn’t even know if he was good at this. Or maybe he had a penis the size of a thumb.
“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked.
I nodded. And I felt suddenly emotional. Tears didn’t exactly well in my eyes or anything, but there was a lump in my throat and my heart felt like it had swelled to the point that it might burst from my chest.
“I want to see you,” I said, lowering my gaze deliberately to his fly. “I want to touch you.”
Out of my peripheral vision, I saw him close his eyes. My words were doing something to him, and I had a feeling I was about to see exactly what.
When he didn’t say a word, I moved my hands to the button on his jeans and slowly pushed it through the buttonhole—another move that wasn’t quite so graceful. If he minded, though, he didn’t show it. He didn’t even seem to be breathing as I lowered his zipper one tooth at a time, moving so slowly, it was painful.
As soon as I had the zipper all the way down, I hesitated, not sure what to do next. What was the protocol here? I should have asked my friends more questions. Maybe I could’ve done some research so I’d know what to do when this situation came up.
But when I looked up at him, I saw something in his expression that comforted me. He wasn’t judging me. He was willing to guide me through this. His expression said, “Trust me.”
And I trusted him. I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted anyone in my life.
In that moment, that was exactly what I decided to do. I’d trust him and know that whatever I did, it would be just perfectly fine with him.