Penny’s just coming out of the shower as I get in. She’s wrapped in a towel, her wet hair back, her glasses gone, giving me a really good look at just how beautiful her face really is. She looks at the box of condoms as I pull them out of the paper bag and blushes. That sweet blush makes me crazy with the need to touch her, taste her, take her.
I pull her to me and tug at the towel. The smell of sweet shampoo and her damp skin is driving me wild. My cock strains for her. The air crackles with static and tension and heat.
“Success,” I tell her, opening the box and pulling one out. It’s a value pack, not that I think I’m getting that lucky tonight, or that I need the extra-large size. “Ain’t no fair, though, you being so clean. Guess I should take a shower first.”
I strip off my clothes and jump into the bathroom. I take the quickest shower known to man, all the while thinking of Penny, waiting for me in that little towel. By the time I get out, my cock is rock hard, tenting the towel I wrap around my waist.
I step out of the shower to find her sitting on the edge of the bed in her towel, in the same place I left her, gnawing on her lip.
“Um . . . Luke?” Something’s bothering her. She looks so shy and like a little girl, but that body is all woman, the way her breasts heave under the towel, those generous curves I just want to feel every inch of. She’s so clean. So rosy-cheeked and sweet-smelling and fresh, and it’s driving me insane.
I sit down on the corner of the bed and draw her onto my lap. The water droplets are still dancing on her lovely, feminine collarbone. She drops her head onto my shoulder. Holding my hand, she lets out an uneasy breath and kisses my fingertips. “You make me crazy. Like, really crazy. Crazy in a way no one has ever made me. I can’t even think when you look at me like that.”
I chuckle. Then I scoop her into my arms and lay her down on the center of the bed. I have her now, right where I want her, right where I’ve thought about having her since the minute I saw her in the line in Atlanta. She looks up at me, biting unsurely on those pretty pink lips as I reach for the towel. I want to touch her. Touch her first, then taste her, eat her, swallow her whole.
I start to pull on the towel, but she flinches suddenly. “Luke . . . I’m afraid.”
My fingers stop tugging, but my cock pulses with the need to fuck her. “Of . . .”
“Not of you. Of the way you make me feel. Of losing control.” She lets her head fall back and stares at the ceiling. “I’ve never . . . you know. With a man. Before.”
She’s blushing deeper now. It’s the cutest damn thing. And she isn’t telling me anything I didn’t already suspect. “You can say it, sweetheart. You’ve never come.”
She inhales sharply at the word. “I mean, I don’t think I have.”
“You don’t think? Baby, you’d know if you did. Let me guess. That prick ex of yours made you think it was your fault?”
She shrugs. “Well. What if my body just isn’t able to?”
I crawl up onto the bed next to her and prop myself up on my elbow as I study her lovely, near-naked form. “No such thing. You and that asshole were just wrong for each other.”
She gives me a doubtful look. “But that’s the thing. I thought he was so right for me. I thought I was in love with him. And I was so wrong. Because you . . . I never thought that you . . . What I’m saying is that all my life I’ve been the one who knows everything, but when it comes to this . . . I know nothing. I really feel stupid.”
She’s babbling right now, and it’s the cutest thing. I dip my face to hers, licking a drop of water from her earlobe. “You want to wait. Is that what you’re saying?”
She shakes her head. “I can’t. I need you. I want you right now. But I just want you to go easy on me. Please. And don’t be upset