Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
So, even though I want to let his hand continue its journey down the front of my panties without saying a word, I force myself to whisper, “Dark matter.”
To his further credit, he pulls his hand away and lifts it into the air almost instantly. “Too much?”
I shake my head, my entire body protesting the fact that he isn’t touching me anymore. “No, it’s just that… There’s something I should tell you before this goes any further.”
His breath rushes out as he nods. “Sure. Of course. What’s on your mind?”
“I…” I bite my bottom lip, feeling ridiculous, but if he’s really the man I think he is, he won’t judge me for being the oldest virgin in Minnesota. “I’ve never had sex before.”
He blinks. “What?”
“I’ve never had sex before.’
He blinks again. “You mean on the first date?”
“No, I mean ever,” my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’ve had boyfriends and made out with those boyfriends, but our clothes never came off and I never…” I clear my throat, wincing at the stunned expression on his face. “I know. It’s weird. I’m weird.”
“You’re not, I just…” He shakes his head. “I just… I can’t…” He swallows with obvious effort. “You’re so fucking sexy, Wendy Ann. And once we started kissing, you seemed so comfortable, I never would have guessed.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Really? I’m not doing it all wrong?”
His eyes widen. “No. Hell, no. You’re…” His gaze skims down to my bare breasts and back up again. “You’re amazing, and I want to keep touching you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”
“Then touch me,” I say, reaching for his hand and guiding it back to the top of my panties.
“I want to, believe me, but…I think we should wait,” he says, even as his fingers slip beneath my waistband, making my breath come faster. “That way you can take some time, think it over without all the hormones clouding your thoughts. And if you still want me to be your first tomorrow night…”
“Then you’ll ravage me properly?” I ask, arching into his touch with a moan as he slips a finger inside me. “Oh God, Connor, that feels so good.”
“So good,” he agrees, gliding in and out, stretching my inner walls in a way that makes me ache for him even more.
“We can keep going,” I say, rocking into his touch. “I’m on the pill and I have a condom in my purse.”
“Tomorrow. I just want to know you’re sure, and then I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you, beautiful,” he promises, kissing me hard and deep, as he continues to move his fingers inside me, deeper, harder, until I’m trembling and clinging to his shoulders.
“This doesn’t feel like stopping,” I breathe. “Not that I’m complaining but—”
“I just want to make you come first,” he says, hunger in his voice again. “I want to feel you coming all over my fingers, Wendy Ann. I want to hear the sounds you make when you lose control.”
“I don’t think…” I gasp, nails digging into his muscles as his thumb begins to circle my clit in time with his thrusts. “I don’t think I m-make sounds.”
“No?” he asks, kissing a searing trail down my throat. “You don’t think?”
“I never have before,” I say, the words ending in a moan as his mouth locks around my nipple. “Oh God. That feels…”
“Good?” he asks as he kisses his way over to my other breast.
“So good,” I pant, my hands flitting from his face to his shoulders to his strong chest, not sure where to land.
“That was a sound, by the way,” he says, flicking his tongue over my sensitized skin, summoning a soft choked noise from the back of my throat. “And there was another.”
“Trying to make me sing?” I ask, the feeble attempt at a joke ending in a whimper as he adds a second finger and the tension rising inside becomes a storm rushing toward shore.
“To make you scream,” he whispers, and then, with just a few more talented thrusts of his hand, he does.
I come clawing at his skin and crying out his name, writhing beneath him like a wild creature totally in tune with her body, her pleasure. The waves wrench on and on, clenching and releasing, vibrating into every cell until I’m boneless and spent.
Afterward, I lie beneath him, catching my breath, as he presses a soft kiss to my forehead that warms me all over again.
“I’m not a brain in a jar, after all,” I murmur, making him exhale a soft laugh as he pulls back, gazing down at me in the semi-darkness.
“A brain in a jar?”
“That’s what my sister calls me,” I tell him. “Binx says I’m a brain in a jar, divorced from feelings and sensation.”
He frowns. “That’s…unkind.”
I give a weary shake of my head, amazed that even my always-tight neck feels loose and relaxed. “No, it’s not. She says it with love.” I lift a shoulder and let it fall. “And besides, it’s true. Or…it was true.” I let my fingers glide up his shoulders to loop around his neck. “That was amazing.”