before clinging more tightly to him. “I need it.”
“You make the sweetest little sounds when I kiss you. Did you know that?” He nuzzled her ear and she moaned when he traced the edge of it with his tongue.
“Am I – am I better at kissing?” she asked. It was stupid but she wanted to know. She was oddly humiliated by not being a good kisser.
“Yes,” he said. “You’re a fast learner, little Kira.”
“Please,” she repeated before rubbing her flat stomach against his erection. “I need more.”
“What do you need?” he whispered. “This?”
He boosted her up onto the counter, it pressed his cock directly against her aching core and moving on instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist and dry humped him shamelessly.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes! I mean, no… I don’t know,” she moaned.
He laughed, another low sound that made her shiver, and brushed his long fingers against the underside of one small breast. She arched her back and made an inarticulate pleading noise. When he slid his hand inside her cardigan and cupped her breast, his hand squeezing her gently through her shirt and her bra, she mashed her mouth down onto his. She kissed him desperately and he returned her kiss before pinching her erect nipple.
She gasped and he rubbed it with the ball of his thumb before groaning, “You have no idea what you do to me, Kira.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” she whispered.
He kissed her again and when she tentatively tugged at his shirt, he stripped it over his head and dropped it on the counter beside her. She stared at his chest. Unlike Daniel, who was as muscular and smooth as a body-builder, he had a lean build and his chest had a light layer of dark hair. She touched the hair, a little surprised at the coarseness of it, before studying his abdomen.
“What?” he asked.
“I didn’t expect a dentist to have a six pack,” she said.
He grinned at her, and she traced the hard ridges of his stomach before smoothing her fingers over the v-line she could see just peeking out from his waistband. He inhaled sharply before sliding the cardigan down her arms. She twisted out of it, and he folded it and set it on the counter before reaching for the buttons on her shirt.
“Your turn,” he said.
He had her shirt unbuttoned before she quite knew what was happening.
“Beautiful,” he muttered.
She wasn’t sure what was so beautiful about her smaller-than-average breasts, but her push-up bra did do a fine job of making them look larger than they were. She hoped he wouldn’t take off her bra. Ignoring the fact that no guy had ever seen her half-naked, she rather enjoyed having him think they were beautiful.
He bent his dark head and kissed the tops of her breasts, brushing his lips over them with barely-there caresses that inflamed her senses. She realized with a vague feeling of embarrassment that her nipples were hard and protruding against the silk fabric of her bra. She tried to place her hands over them, and he tugged her hands away immediately, studying the outline of her nipples.
She gasped when he tugged on her right nipple through the fabric of her bra. It sent an aching pull of need straight to her pussy and she was helpless to stop from arching her back. He made a low mutter of approval and toyed with her nipple as she gasped and moaned. But when his fingers reached for the front clasp of her bra, she stiffened and pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she said. “I’ve just never, you know…”
He took a step back and gave her a cautious look. “Never what, Kira?”
“I’ve never had a guy, uh, see my…”
She stopped again, her embarrassment growing when his gaze narrowed.
“What exactly have you done?” he asked.
She cleared her throat. “Well, I’ve kissed guys – not very well, obviously – and done some other stuff.”
“What other stuff?”
“You know - stuff.”
“Tell me.”
“I’ve done a bit of, um, groping. Uh – under the shirt but over the bra, sort of thing.”
His look of surprise made her feel about three feet tall. “What?”
“You’re twenty-five years old, Kira.”
“So?”
“So, you’re telling me you’ve never even taken your shirt off in front of a guy before?”
“You’re making me sound like a freak,” she said angrily. “Stop it.”
He grasped her chin and forced her gaze to his. “You’re a virgin.”
“Yes,” she said.
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?”
“Why are you still a virgin? You’re smart and gorgeous and I’m sure you’ve had plenty