Can't Touch: A Boss Romance

Christ, what now?

5

Chianna

And this is where the dream ends. No matter how my body feels right now—like it’s on fire and I don’t want it to end—and no matter how delicious his kiss, he’ll turn away once I say it. Men like Kris don’t want virgins. They want women who know what the hell they’re doing.

“I’m.” I stop. To embarrassed to say it, but his eyes stay on me, flooded with concern. Just say it! “I’m a virgin.”

I look away from the intensity of his gaze. It’s okay. I’m glad that I got to kiss him once. I’ll remember this kiss for the rest of my goddamn life.

But Kris doesn’t push himself off the wall and walk away in disgust. He’s so still for so long that I feel like I have to look back up at him. And when I do…

The look in his eyes is feral. Naked lust and want that I can feel all the way down to my toes. His mouth crashes down on mine, and I moan against his lips. I’ve had a couple kisses, and that’s as far as I’ve gone. But those were nothing compared to this.

Kris’s tongue spears into my mouth, confident, dominant, making me feel things that I didn’t know that I could feel from just a set of lips. My hands land on his bare arms, and I feel the hard muscles there. Everything about him is hard. Including…where he’s pressed against me. Hard and huge, nothing but workout gear separating us.

“I don’t understand,” I breathe. “Why would you still want me?”

He makes a sound near growling in my ear. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I don’t have experience. I don’t know what I’m doing. I might not be…good at it.”

“And knowing that I’m the only man that has ever touched you?” His words are a hard whisper. “Given you pleasure? That I’m the only one who’s had the chance to learn your exquisite body with my mouth, tongue, hands, and every other part of me? That makes me harder than you can possibly imagine.”

The blunt way he says those things makes me wetter than I thought possible. And I think that somehow he knows. Kris’s hand flattens on my stomach, fingers pointing downward to that very place. “What do you want?” he asks.

My breath is shaky in my lungs. “I don’t know.”

All I know is that right now, I don’t want him to stop.

He pushes his hand lower, fingertips slipping under the band of my soft pants nearly touching the lacy thong that I have on. “You have three options,” he says.

“What are they?”

I watch his throat move as he swallows. “First, we do nothing. You decide that this is too much to do in the gym and we’ll find some other time to finish what we started.

“Second, I continue with this.” He presses his fingers harder into my skin. “And I make you come right here against this wall with nothing but my fingers.”

I shudder, body wracked with heat and need that I know I’m not fully in control of. That sounds amazing.

“Or three, I lay you out on this floor and I make you come on my tongue as just a taste of what’s to come.”

“Honestly, I thought option three would be all the way.”

Kris grins. “No. Not here. When you and I have sex, Chianna, it’s going to be in a bed where I can properly worship you.”

When. Not if.

I should walk away now. Just yesterday I was saying that this is important to me and that the last thing I need in my life is a player.

Well, one night can change things. No matter how we end up, there is something between us. And I’d be a fool to ignore that. Because I know enough of my friends had a rough time when it was their first. I know deep down in my gut that Kris would go to the ends of the earth to make sure that first time is perfect.

Worth it?

My body says yes.

“Option three,” I say softly. “I choose option three.”

My conscious brain hadn’t even fully decided, but the words came out of me anyway. It’s what I want, even if I can’t fully admit it to myself.

“Are you sure we should do it here, though?” I ask. “Anyone could come in.”

“That’s the point,” he says, pulling my body away from the wall and sealing it against his. “The thought that you could be caught at any moment…that makes it so much better.”

“Are you s—” My words are cut off by his lips. A kiss that’s far more raw and open than before. This is a kiss that will consume. And I’m all too ready to let go.

One second, he has me flush against his body, and the next he’s pulling away, lifting his shirt over his head and revealing his chest, still glistening from his workout.