lay on the bed, arm tucked under his head. While he’d scanned the room for listening or watching devices, he couldn’t be quite sure of their privacy. Which meant no talking strategy out loud.
Whatever would they do?
When she emerged, her skin dewy and her hair slicked back and wet, he had to forcibly keep himself on that bed. All he wanted to do was sweep her into his arms and kiss her again. Kiss her and strip that towel to explore every inch of her skin.
“You’re staring again,” she stated, despite having her back to him as she rifled through the closet.
“Sorry. Can’t seem to help myself around you.”
She cast him a glance over her bare shoulder. “You’re just saying that.”
“Why would I lie?”
She shrugged. “Because we’re alone and men will say anything to seduce.”
“And you know this because?”
“Because I’ve been propositioned more times than you can count. Although not as much lately, given those old enough to try are like brothers to me.”
“Would you feel better if I told you I don’t usually tell women they’re attractive?”
“What do you tell them, then?”
“Not much.”
She turned and leaned against the wardrobe. “I’m a virgin.”
The blunt statement took him by surprise. “Um.”
“I know, I’m old to still be one, but…” She hesitated. “I never found anyone I wanted to let in that close.”
The frankness of her words surprised him. “And you’re telling me this because?” Hope didn’t just flutter in his chest. With the way she stared at him—
Her towel hit the floor.
He gaped.
“I don’t want to die a virgin.”
“You won’t die,” he said thickly.
“Are you going to make me beg?” she said with an arch of her brow.
“Fuck no.” He jumped from the bed and stalked toward her, only to stop a few inches away. He ran a knuckle down her soft cheek. “Why me?”
“Well, you’re here for one.”
“Way to stroke my ego, Kay.”
She grinned impishly. “Does your ego need to know I’ve wanted to touch you since I first stripped your fine body?”
He uttered a sound, half groan, half holy fuck was this really happening.
She reached up to cup his cheeks. “Do you want me?”
“More than you can imagine.” The truth wrung raw in his words. “But I don’t want you to do this because you think we’re fucked. I will get us out of here.”
“I know you will. But in the meantime…” She leaned up enough to brush her mouth against his. A soft tentative embrace.
He shuddered. “Kay.” He breathed her name as he leaned into her, his lower body pinning hers, the pants he wore not hiding his erection.
The circumstances sucked, but he couldn’t say no. Didn’t want to say no.
He took over the kiss, sucking at her lower lip, tasting her while catching the soft pants of her hot breath. His hands skimmed her slender curves from the slight indent of her waist to the firm flesh of her ass. He cupped the silky flesh and pulled her against him, drawing a gasp.
Inexperience didn’t mean she lacked instinct. She ground herself against him, and her fingers dug into his shoulders. A hand on her thigh was all it took for her to grasp his intent, and she lifted a leg to wrap around his hip. It opened her for him, and he lightly stroked her sex.
She moaned.
She was wet.
He needed her so fucking much, but he had to take things slow. He couldn’t rush like he wanted to. He had to make this good for her.
Her first time.
Her last time. And he didn’t mean because he thought they’d die. He wanted to be the only man to ever feel her wet desire on his fingers.
Her mouth parted at the insistence of his tongue, deepening their kiss, truly allowing him to taste her. Feel her. She was an avid learner, thrusting her tongue into his mouth for a sinuous slide. And when she sucked on him…
He almost dropped to his knees.
This woman…She was everything.
And he wanted to worship.
He broke off the kiss despite her protest to drop to his knees. To kiss her belly and then lower.
Her fingers tangled in his hair. He lifted a leg to drape it over his shoulder, exposing her to him. The pink beauty of her.
He kissed her inner thigh, and she shivered. He trailed many kisses to the core of her passion, blowing hotly on it, reveling in the soft mewling sounds she made.
He couldn’t resist licking, long wet licks that spread her silken folds, letting him thrust his tongue, tasting her