“Zeke,” I pant.
I don’t know what I need, but it’s something more than what I’m getting from him right now.
He groans, wrapping his arms around me as he draws me against his body, but his wandering mouth never leaves my skin. I’m wound so tight, the threat of coming apart in his arms just from this is becoming a real thing.
I just know I’m going to owe him more than one apology in the morning.
As his lips find mine once again, his hands work open the front clasp of my jeans. In my own eagerness, I try to push them down before he gets the zipper all the way down.
He breaks our kiss, taking a step back as he watches me with heated eyes. His t-shirt comes up and over his head a mere second before he works his own jeans open and off his legs. As if he’s done it a thousand times, he kicks his boots off before shaking his legs to rid them of the denim.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” His eyes watch mine, and even though he’s stroking himself in anticipation, I know he’d back off if I tell him I’m not ready.
But I promised myself no more lies, and I can’t even joke around right now to get a rise out of him.
“I want it,” I whisper. “I want you.”
With great care, he runs his hands down my arms and over my hips. I expect him to rush through shoving my panties down, but his gentle fingers caress the tiny bump below my belly button, and tears sting the backs of my eyes when he leans forward pressing his lips to my skin, all the while whispering words too low for me to hear.
After one final kiss on my stomach, his fingers hook into the lace at my hips. Torturously slow, he pushes them down my legs until I’m standing in front of him just as naked as he is.
We’re no longer in the dark. This is nothing like the night we spent together in Utah. Now, I can see the love in his eyes. I can see every inch of his amazing body, and he can’t hide secrets, can’t hide what I do to his body or how he feels about me. I don’t regret that night, but at the same time I can’t help feeling a little sad that we didn’t have then what we have now.
“The second time might be just as uncomfortable as the first,” he tells me as he stands to his full height, pressing his body against mine.
I feel every inch of him, and some of the nervousness I felt that night returns.
The pain has to ebb at some point. If it didn’t, women wouldn’t continue to let their partners inside of them. Piper told me once that sex with Dalton is the best thing that’s ever happened to her, so I know it gets better.
“It’s okay if I don’t…” I swallow, hating that I’m embarrassed right now even though I’m going to have a baby with this man. “I won’t be mad if you can’t make—”
His lips find mine again, and he kisses me long and deep as he urges me down to the mattress.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, Frankie. You’re going to come. I’m going to make sure of that.”
Heat lights my cheeks on fire when he kisses down my chin, down my chest, stopping to lick both nipples once again. His intentions become clear, and I’m seconds away from pulling him back up, telling him that he doesn’t have to do that, but then I feel his breath at my core, and his mouth there is everything I never thought to ask for.
I whimper at the sensation when his tongue sneaks out for the first taste. Jesus, that’s erotic.
“H-have you ever done this before?”
He answers by shaking his head back and forth, his tongue never leaving my sensitive skin.
“No?”
“You’re my first,” he confesses before diving in again. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”
I fist the sheets at my sides and stare down at him. “Wrong? How in the world would I know? I’ve never done this before either.”
A primal growl escapes his mouth as he clamps his hands on my thighs when they threaten to crush his face.
He doesn’t respond with words. He simply devours me, licking and sucking, until that very same tingle I felt in the haunted house appears. Only this time, it’s stronger. This time it doesn’t waste a second teetering on the edge before it makes me fall. I come apart on a scream, my back arching off the bed as my eyes slam closed.
He’s chuckling at me when I finally open my eyes. I can’t even wipe the grin from my face to pretend I’m angry at him.
“Good?” His eyes search mine even though he should know the answer, but I don’t give him my words. I reach for his erection, and slowly sit up to take him in my mouth, but he doesn’t let it happen.