to make him to stop.
One of my hands slipped down his chest and under his shirt, reveling in the warmth of his skin. His abs rippled when he thrust his hips against me. My mind was on sensory overload as he pulled his hand from my bra and briskly pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his tanned chest.
“Do you want me, Zoey?”
Hendrix’s husky voice made my eyes flutter closed as he pulled my hoodie and T-shirt over my head. I had never been in a bra in front of anyone except other female dancers and Tegan.
Embarrassment reared its head and I covered my chest. I wasn’t tiny, but I was a dancer, lean figured so I definitely wasn’t large.
Hendrix grabbed my hands and pulled them high above my head, arching my back. “Don’t hide your body from me, Zoey. It’s beautiful…you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
He placed a loving kiss against my lips before letting go of my hands and sitting back on his haunches. His eyes took in my body. From my head all the way to the waist band of my jeans. I was thankful I had thrown on the one halfway sexy bra I owned, black lace with just enough coverage that didn’t make me look or feel like an old woman.
I squirmed under his gaze. Not wanting to see his face morph from want desire to the disappointment I knew was coming, I closed my eyes. My cheeks heated at the thought of Hendrix not wanting me.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
I opened them and my mouth parted as Hendrix stood from the bed in the dimly lit room. His movements were slow as his hands found the button on my jeans and slipped it through the hole.
I was beyond thirsty.
My mouth had dried from nerves and the desire pulsing through my veins. I had no idea what was about to happen next, and a piece of me wanted so badly to find out, whereas another part of me didn’t.
“Hendrix…”
His hands ceased their motion of lowering my zipper and his gaze lifted to mine. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I just thought…” He took a step back and ran a hand through his messy hair. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like…”
He stopped talking as I sat up in the bed, my hands planted in the mattress to hold myself up. My mind was running a mile a minute as I tried to think of a way to tell him just how inexperienced I was…and afraid.
“I’m a virgin!” I blurted out.
I clapped my hands clapped over my mouth then quickly slipped from the bed and collected my shirt and hoodie. I dashed out of the room like the place was on fire, but not before seeing the look on Hendrix’s face at those three little words I had thrown at him.
I’m a virgin!
I couldn’t believe how quickly I had ruined the moment between us. My shoes slapped against the concrete floor as I fled toward the door that led out into the hallway. But before I could get half way across the large room, hands wrapped around my waist.
“Zoey,” Hendrix softly spoke and pulled me back against his chest.
I sagged against him as he smoothed my messy hair from my face. I sighed at the feel of his erection pressing into my back. Emotions were a fickle thing, and mine were all over the place.
“I didn’t know…I’m sorry if I pressured you into moving too fast. It wasn’t my intention.” His voice was thick and gruff. He had no reason to apologize. My virginity wasn’t his fault, but I should’ve told him upfront instead of hiding behind my pride. Some people say being a virgin is good, but to me at my age it seemed to be a giant burden.
Kind of like being damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.
“There’s no need to apologize.” I sounded as embarrassed and let down as I felt.
Hendrix turned me in his arms.
I dropped my chin so I didn’t have to look him in the eyes.
He gently lifted my chin so that I had no choice but to look into his eyes. They weren’t as dark as before, but were still held a stormy overcast. I adored how his emotions played out within his eyes.
“There’s no need to be
One of my hands slipped down his chest and under his shirt, reveling in the warmth of his skin. His abs rippled when he thrust his hips against me. My mind was on sensory overload as he pulled his hand from my bra and briskly pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his tanned chest.
“Do you want me, Zoey?”
Hendrix’s husky voice made my eyes flutter closed as he pulled my hoodie and T-shirt over my head. I had never been in a bra in front of anyone except other female dancers and Tegan.
Embarrassment reared its head and I covered my chest. I wasn’t tiny, but I was a dancer, lean figured so I definitely wasn’t large.
Hendrix grabbed my hands and pulled them high above my head, arching my back. “Don’t hide your body from me, Zoey. It’s beautiful…you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
He placed a loving kiss against my lips before letting go of my hands and sitting back on his haunches. His eyes took in my body. From my head all the way to the waist band of my jeans. I was thankful I had thrown on the one halfway sexy bra I owned, black lace with just enough coverage that didn’t make me look or feel like an old woman.
I squirmed under his gaze. Not wanting to see his face morph from want desire to the disappointment I knew was coming, I closed my eyes. My cheeks heated at the thought of Hendrix not wanting me.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
I opened them and my mouth parted as Hendrix stood from the bed in the dimly lit room. His movements were slow as his hands found the button on my jeans and slipped it through the hole.
I was beyond thirsty.
My mouth had dried from nerves and the desire pulsing through my veins. I had no idea what was about to happen next, and a piece of me wanted so badly to find out, whereas another part of me didn’t.
“Hendrix…”
His hands ceased their motion of lowering my zipper and his gaze lifted to mine. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I just thought…” He took a step back and ran a hand through his messy hair. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like…”
He stopped talking as I sat up in the bed, my hands planted in the mattress to hold myself up. My mind was running a mile a minute as I tried to think of a way to tell him just how inexperienced I was…and afraid.
“I’m a virgin!” I blurted out.
I clapped my hands clapped over my mouth then quickly slipped from the bed and collected my shirt and hoodie. I dashed out of the room like the place was on fire, but not before seeing the look on Hendrix’s face at those three little words I had thrown at him.
I’m a virgin!
I couldn’t believe how quickly I had ruined the moment between us. My shoes slapped against the concrete floor as I fled toward the door that led out into the hallway. But before I could get half way across the large room, hands wrapped around my waist.
“Zoey,” Hendrix softly spoke and pulled me back against his chest.
I sagged against him as he smoothed my messy hair from my face. I sighed at the feel of his erection pressing into my back. Emotions were a fickle thing, and mine were all over the place.
“I didn’t know…I’m sorry if I pressured you into moving too fast. It wasn’t my intention.” His voice was thick and gruff. He had no reason to apologize. My virginity wasn’t his fault, but I should’ve told him upfront instead of hiding behind my pride. Some people say being a virgin is good, but to me at my age it seemed to be a giant burden.
Kind of like being damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.
“There’s no need to apologize.” I sounded as embarrassed and let down as I felt.
Hendrix turned me in his arms.
I dropped my chin so I didn’t have to look him in the eyes.
He gently lifted my chin so that I had no choice but to look into his eyes. They weren’t as dark as before, but were still held a stormy overcast. I adored how his emotions played out within his eyes.
“There’s no need to be
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