and not lose it.”
A thrill went through me and I felt something dangerous try to emerge.
Hope.
Hope that I would be something more to him than some conquest.
His fingers danced across my skin, over my breasts, my nipples. The skin tightened as he touched me, caressed me. When he gave me a light pinch, I gasped.
“You said you weren’t a virgin,” he said quietly.
“I’m not.” I squirmed, wondering if there was some way I could get him to touch me. I was going to go crazy if he didn’t.
“How many lovers have you had?”
I stared at him. “You really want to have this conversation now?”
He looked down at me, silent for a moment, and then he shook his head firmly, as if he’d come to a decision. “No, I don’t.”
He shifted over me, and I breathed a sigh of release and anticipation. My fingers flexed on his ass again and this time, he moved, sliding the tip of him inside. He rocked against me, giving me a little bit more each time.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, Cross.”
“Shh, baby,” he hushed me, leaning on his elbows over me. “I’m going to take care of you.”
I cried out as he slid the rest of the way inside, stretching me. He stilled, letting my body adjust as he stroked my hair. After a moment, he started to move, his thrusts deep, but not hard. I could feel every inch of him pressing against me, the friction driving soft sounds of pleasure from my mouth until he covered my lips with his.
I wasn’t sure how much time passed, only that every part of me was on fire, burning until I was sure I’d be consumed. Then I was exploding, pushing my body harder against his, wanting more of him, all of him. I called out his name and felt him stiffen, felt him throbbing inside me.
If this was the man Juliette had told me to stay away from, she hadn’t understood him at all.
Chapter Fourteen
He was stretched out behind me, his fingers tracing patterns up and down my hip and side beneath the sheet. He pressed his lips against my shoulder. I wanted to turn toward him, see his face, but I was too scared. Scared of what I’d see. He was still touching me, so I didn’t think he’d throw me out, but he hadn’t said anything at all since he’d pulled out of me and gotten up to throw away the condom.
I didn’t know what to think.
“How many lovers have you had?”
The question seemed to come out of the blue, startling me into looking over my shoulder at him.
“What?”
“I need to know.”
I raised an eyebrow as I rolled onto my back, pulling away from him enough to cover myself with the sheet. I didn’t want him touching me when he was asking that question.
“How many have you had?” I shot it back at him before I realized I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.
The question didn’t even phase him. “Lovers or sexual partners?”
“There’s a difference?” I crossed my arms over the sheet. The anxiety that had been building inside me was taking hold, and I was starting to regret all of this.
“The fact that you’re asking that tells me your number is lower than I’d originally thought.” He sounded almost amused, and when he reached for me, I glared at him. His hand dropped to the sheet, and all of the amusement left his expression. “For some people, sex is merely a physical act. An outlet without emotion behind it.”
“It’s not like that for me,” I said quietly. I started to climb out of the bed, trying to ignore the sting of impending tears. Juliette had warned me. I’d thought it was only because of the kinks he was into, not...it didn’t matter. I’d made my choice. I’d face the consequences.
His hand came down on my shoulder, easing me back against the pillows. The back of his hand brushed down my cheek. “I didn’t say you were like that for me.”
I swallowed hard and nodded, wanting to believe him.
He slid closer to me until our bodies were less than an inch apart, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at me.
A thrill went through me and I felt something dangerous try to emerge.
Hope.
Hope that I would be something more to him than some conquest.
His fingers danced across my skin, over my breasts, my nipples. The skin tightened as he touched me, caressed me. When he gave me a light pinch, I gasped.
“You said you weren’t a virgin,” he said quietly.
“I’m not.” I squirmed, wondering if there was some way I could get him to touch me. I was going to go crazy if he didn’t.
“How many lovers have you had?”
I stared at him. “You really want to have this conversation now?”
He looked down at me, silent for a moment, and then he shook his head firmly, as if he’d come to a decision. “No, I don’t.”
He shifted over me, and I breathed a sigh of release and anticipation. My fingers flexed on his ass again and this time, he moved, sliding the tip of him inside. He rocked against me, giving me a little bit more each time.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, Cross.”
“Shh, baby,” he hushed me, leaning on his elbows over me. “I’m going to take care of you.”
I cried out as he slid the rest of the way inside, stretching me. He stilled, letting my body adjust as he stroked my hair. After a moment, he started to move, his thrusts deep, but not hard. I could feel every inch of him pressing against me, the friction driving soft sounds of pleasure from my mouth until he covered my lips with his.
I wasn’t sure how much time passed, only that every part of me was on fire, burning until I was sure I’d be consumed. Then I was exploding, pushing my body harder against his, wanting more of him, all of him. I called out his name and felt him stiffen, felt him throbbing inside me.
If this was the man Juliette had told me to stay away from, she hadn’t understood him at all.
Chapter Fourteen
He was stretched out behind me, his fingers tracing patterns up and down my hip and side beneath the sheet. He pressed his lips against my shoulder. I wanted to turn toward him, see his face, but I was too scared. Scared of what I’d see. He was still touching me, so I didn’t think he’d throw me out, but he hadn’t said anything at all since he’d pulled out of me and gotten up to throw away the condom.
I didn’t know what to think.
“How many lovers have you had?”
The question seemed to come out of the blue, startling me into looking over my shoulder at him.
“What?”
“I need to know.”
I raised an eyebrow as I rolled onto my back, pulling away from him enough to cover myself with the sheet. I didn’t want him touching me when he was asking that question.
“How many have you had?” I shot it back at him before I realized I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.
The question didn’t even phase him. “Lovers or sexual partners?”
“There’s a difference?” I crossed my arms over the sheet. The anxiety that had been building inside me was taking hold, and I was starting to regret all of this.
“The fact that you’re asking that tells me your number is lower than I’d originally thought.” He sounded almost amused, and when he reached for me, I glared at him. His hand dropped to the sheet, and all of the amusement left his expression. “For some people, sex is merely a physical act. An outlet without emotion behind it.”
“It’s not like that for me,” I said quietly. I started to climb out of the bed, trying to ignore the sting of impending tears. Juliette had warned me. I’d thought it was only because of the kinks he was into, not...it didn’t matter. I’d made my choice. I’d face the consequences.
His hand came down on my shoulder, easing me back against the pillows. The back of his hand brushed down my cheek. “I didn’t say you were like that for me.”
I swallowed hard and nodded, wanting to believe him.
He slid closer to me until our bodies were less than an inch apart, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at me.
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