“You don’t want this.” He didn’t have a better argument for not taking her up on her offer. With her spread out at his feet, naked, lush, lovely, Lord knew he was ready to give up breathing to have her.
“Yes, I do,” she murmured
“I’m not gentle.”
Her smile said she understood. “I’m not made of glass.” Deke shook his head. “You wanted to save yourself for Jesse.”
“I wanted to give my virginity to someone who would care that I gave it to him.”
“What makes you think I’d care?” He tried for snide and dismissive.
“Things you’ve said to me.” She reached up for his hand and started to pull him toward her. “The look on your face right now.”
Closing his eyes, Deke tried to block out his expression, shut out his view of every bare inch of her skin. But she tugged on his hand, pulling him close, and the vision replayed itself over and over in his mind, as if burned on his brain. Damn, it wasn’t just her body that made him hard. Right now, it was that honest, giving nature of hers reaching into his pants—into his chest—and making him wild.
“You’re hallucinating.”
“You’re lying,” she whispered.
He glared at her. “Why the hell would you offer yourself to me?”
“I want to help you.”
“I don’t want a pity f**k,” he growled.
Her gaze seared him as it drifted up his body, settling right into his eyes. “I don’t pity you. I want to comfort you, but I’m not being totally altruistic. You make me feel female, like a woman. When I’m with you, I don’t feel tomboyish or awkward or inexperienced. I feel…desired. I care. I want more. I think I’ve always wanted more of you.”
Oh, hell. He could have easily turned her down when he’d believed she was just tossing her virginity at him as some sort of Band-Aid for his emotional boo-boos.
But refusing her now would mean hurting her, scraping raw her insecurities to shield his own.
Better her feelings wounded than permanent physical harm—or worse.
Would it really be a risk? Kimber was so much stronger than Heather…
“Deke, honey, don’t try so hard to protect me. I’m a big girl, and I know what I want. That’s you.” She squeezed his hand. “Just give me you.” She might think that, but she didn’t know. Damn it, he shouldn’t give in.
Still, he dropped to his knees between her spread legs. Frantically, he searched his pockets, his wallet, praying… Yes! A condom. One. Lubricated. Letting out a ragged breath, he dropped it on the table beside them.
“You are prepared.” She smiled. “Thank God.” He gave her a shaky nod, then tore at his shirt.
Her fingers wandered in hungry strokes across his abdomen. Tingles, huge jets of them, jolted his gut, his spine, his cock. He groaned, his erection now so damn hard it could drill holes in metal. Could he actually get any blood to his brain? Felt like it had all rushed south.
A tug on his zipper and his c**k sprang free, relieved of pressure. He fell into the paradise of Kimber’s waiting hands. She stroked him, softly, encouraging. He didn’t need more persuasion—or arousal. He needed to stop this somehow…someway.
But with his blood churning and desire dousing common sense, firing his senses, Deke had no idea how he was going to resist something he wanted so badly.
His hand shook as he shoved his pants down to his hips. He covered her with his body and captured her mouth in a kiss of crushed lips, harsh breaths, and moans.
Kimber welcomed him, throwing her arms around his neck, stroking his back, his shoulders. Lifting her hips up to him.
The condom lay mere inches away. A tear, a roll, a thrust—and he could be totally surrounded in her heat, and he could have a part of her that no other man would ever have. Just the thought made a vicious hunger flare in his gut.
Stop. Stop now!
He broke off their kiss, then groaned at the feel of her eager little mouth kissing its way up his shoulder, to the side of his neck.
Somehow, his hands drifted down and he settled his c**k against the steamy, forbidden flesh of her cunt. Damn, she was wet. And so hot. She damn near burned him alive. When she wriggled against him… Jesus!