“Stop me.” He sounded like he’d been on a steady diet of gravel and sandpaper.
All she did was smile and raise her legs up around his hips.
Sweat broke out across his skin—forehead, back, chest. Kimber was killing him here, taunting him with everything he wanted and should not take.
Unable to stop himself, he ground against her, nudging her clit with his length.
Her little gasp went straight to his dick. It didn’t take much imagination to picture her legs totally wrapped around him, her nails in his back, as he plunged deep inside her and surrounded himself with her heat.
Deke swallowed against the vision. Why the hell was this happening? In twelve years, he’d never been seriously tempted to f**k a woman by himself, in her pu**y.
He’d never had sex unprotected. Yeah, the condom was inches away, and right now, he thought it might take a Herculean effort to grab it and put it on.
He’d need at least that much effort and double the willpower to simply get up and walk away.
Where the hell was Luc? Propping his upper body up on his arms, he stared down into Kimber’s flushed, welcoming face. He was in deep shit here. And he suspected that if Luc was here, he’d only encourage Deke to do the stupid. The unthinkable.
Gritting his teeth, he backed away and grabbed the condom. He was so going to hell. He didn’t deserve Kimber and her innocence. But here she was, laid out in front of him, and he had to get inside her—somewhere, somehow—now.
But if he took her virginity, made love to her now…what if he ruined her life?
He rolled the condom on and stared down into her sweet face again. She wasn’t afraid, and she should be. His control was hanging on by less than a thread as he grabbed her bent knees from underneath and pushed on the backs of her thighs, tilting her hips up.
His greedy gaze wandered over her br**sts and their swollen ni**les, the soft skin of her belly, the needy red flesh of her pu**y, a hint of the puckered flesh of her still-slick back entrance coated in lube, increasingly visible as he tilted her a bit more.
“Deke?” Luc called from the door.
His cousin was asking what he planned to do. Deke whipped his head around to meet Luc’s dark, inquiring gaze. What the f**k could he say? The temptation to break his every rule gnawed at him. Kimber wasn’t someone else’s woman. If he f**ked her now, she wouldn’t belong to another man who would take responsibility if something went bad.
At least in this moment, she belonged to him. Only him.
“I offered,” Kimber explained softly. “I asked him to make love to me. To be the first.”
Luc’s smile was damn near blinding as he entered the room, sat on the sofa, and grabbed Kimber’s hand. “It’s a lovely gift. If Deke hasn’t said it yet, he’s touched and honored.”
Deke shot his cousin a dirty glare. “I didn’t accept.” Brow raised, Luc took in their position, the way Kimber was all spread out and welcoming, Deke’s c**k gloved up and ready.
Deke let out a shaky breath. The fact was, he hadn’t turned her down, either.
He had to do something. Now. The need bubbling in his gut was about to spill over. A feral desire pumped through his system, like a pure shot of adrenaline to his cock. His chest was so tight with need, every f**king breath was a struggle.
Trying to block out all the voices, the doubt, the fear in his head, Deke took his c**k in his hand and leaned closer, closing his eyes.
His. She could be his. In the next ten seconds.
He hesitated. Swallowed. His mind raced. And then, once he’d taken her, claimed her, what would happen? What if… No, he couldn’t even think it.
“Fuck!” he snarled.
He tilted her up again, her legs now resting on his shoulders, and positioned himself and began to push.
Into her back entrance.
Kimber drew in a great, shocked gasp, her hazel eyes wide.
“Deke?”
“What the hell are you doing?” Luc barked.