I shake my head. I wasn’t, but I’d only slept with one other guy twice, so I wasn’t exactly experienced either.
“You don’t have to act like this is an inconvenience to you,” I mumble, turning my head to look out the window. He runs his hand up my thigh, his thumb circling.
“It’s not that,” he says. “I really like you, Clara, and I don’t want to mess this up.”
“Then don’t.”
“Do you promise that no matter what happens you won’t just leave?” he asks.
“Leave?”
“Yeah. Storm out of the house and leave before you’re ready. If we fight or whatever, you still have to stay, because we’re friends first, no matter what.”
He parks the car in his driveway while I think over everything he’s said. I don’t realise how lost in my thoughts I am until Tag opens the passenger door and helps me out. When he lifts me in his arms, carrying me like a bride, I forget everything. I forget why this is such a bad idea. I forget that I’m going to get hurt. All I think about is how good his arms feel around me, how right. How could something that feel so good be wrong? In Tag’s arms, I feel safe. I feel like I’m home. How could he come to mean so much to me in such a short amount of time?
“You didn’t answer me,” he says once we’re inside his house. He walks into my room and lays me down on my bed.
“Wh-what?” I ask stupidly, distracted by his close proximity.
“Promise you won’t leave.”
“I promise,” I say just before his mouth comes down on mine. I clutch the back of his neck with both hands as my lips finally get a taste of him. He kisses me hungrily, his tongue pushing between my lips and exploring my mouth. I’ve never been kissed like this. It is possessive, wet, hot. Perfect. He tastes like mint and smells like he always does, a fresh scent of soap and cologne. I think I could get wet from that scent alone. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, one that turns me on even more, but then he pulls back from me. Looking down at me with a gentle look on his handsome face, he leans back down and kisses the tip of my nose.
“Been wanting to do that for so damn long,” he says quietly, cupping my cheek with his hand.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“You know why,” he murmurs. “I’m going to go to bed.”
“What?” I gasp, sitting up. “But I thought—”
“You thought what?” he asks, sounding amused.
Was he not as affected as I was by the kiss?
“Did you not like the kiss?” I ask, feeling confused and a little embarrassed. I was a little out of practice, but I thought the kiss was fucking magical.
“What? The kiss was fuckin’ hot, Clara. Of course I loved it. It was with you.”
“Then why… I thought we would…”
“You want me to fuck you right now?” he asks bluntly, looking mildly surprised.
I look down at my hands. “I would like that. I mean, that kiss got me pretty… you know…”
“Wet?” he supplies, his voice going low and husky. “Are you wet, Clara?”
I could feel my cheeks burning, but my desire was the emotion in control. “Why don’t you find out?”
A curse word falls from his lips. I wait patiently as he watches me for a moment then pulls his t-shirt off with his arms over his head. I swallow hard, taking in his ripped body. The light flowing through from the hallway gives me a nice view, and I take a moment to appreciate it.
“You’re beautiful,” I blurt out as he undoes the button on his jeans, the action drawing my gaze.
“That’s my line, Sweetheart,” he replies, chuckling softly.
The jeans come down, revealing strong, muscled thighs and an erection straining against black boxer shorts. When he pulls them down, my jaw drops. Wow. Now that, my friends, is a penis. I mean, I’ve only seen one other, but even I know it’s perfect. Long, smooth, and thick, it juts out from his pelvis, standing tall and proud.
“Wow,” I whisper under my breath.
“Clara,” he rumbles, obviously done with his patience. “Undress for me.”
Scooting to my knees, I pull off my black top and unclip the back of my bra. I suppose I should try and be all sexy and seductive, but I just want the clothing off me. I want him inside me—now. My breasts jiggle as I throw the bra on the floor then step off the bed and pull down my black skinny jeans. Once they are gone, left in only a black thong, I stand in front of him and let him have his fill.
“Never seen anyone so sexy,” he says, stepping towards me. “You’re beautiful, Clara.”
I like that the thinks so.
Hands grip my waist, and then his mouth captures mine once more, this time harder, rougher. More demanding, his control now gone. Just how I want him. Cupping the globes of my ass in each of his hands, he lifts me in the air and throws me gently down onto the bed. Bracing himself over me, our naked bodies touching, he gives me one last time to change my mind. “Are you sure? Be fuckin’ sure, Sweetheart.”
“I’m sure.”
“You on birth control?” he asks.
I nod.
“Can I come inside you without a condom?” he whispers in my ear, his sweet, warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “I’m clean. You know I’d never put you in danger.”
I trust him. “Okay.”
He cups my breasts with his hands, feeling the weight of each one and swiping his thumb over my nipples. “I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m going to make you come with my mouth, then with one finger, then with two. Finally, I’m going to make you come all over my cock, and you’re going to fuckin’ love every second of it.”