Virgin Seeks Bad Boy (Bliss River 3)

The sting gets a little sharper, and I instinctively tense, but then his hands are at my nipples again, teasing, stroking, building that warm, needy feeling in the pit of my belly until the sting becomes an ache and then a longing for more. I shift my hips, letting him know I’m ready to move. He picks up on the silent cue immediately, drawing his hips back and gliding back in with a languid thrust that makes my breath catch.

“You are so sexy,” I say, my voice shaking as I grip his hips. He continues to move, drawing me further into the sticky web of pleasure.

“And you are…everything,” he says, the emotion in his eyes catching me off guard. I knew this would be intimate, but it’s even more intense than I imagined.

“And you’re everything to me.” My breath comes faster as he reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit and circling there, making my body sing and tighten.

I tug at his shoulders, urging him closer until his forehead meets mine, but I don’t kiss him. I just…stare into his eyes, his soul, looking straight into the heart of him as the tension gathering inside me builds until I’m so close…

So close…

“Yes! God, yes, Nick.” I force my eyes to stay open as my inner walls pulse around his cock, clenching and releasing in waves. This orgasm is more intense, more powerful than anything I’ve felt before.

Nick cries out my name as his rhythm falters, and a beat later, he arches forward, pushing deep and going still before he begins to shudder.

I moan in approval, shocked that I can actually feel him pulsing inside me, feel the warm rush as he comes. It is the most intimate, primal, wonderful thing I’ve ever felt, and for a long moment afterward, I am incapable of speech.

Or thought.

I simply wrap my arms around Nick, treasuring the feel of his weight relaxed on top of me, knowing I’ll never forget a moment of this night, this first time together.

“Perfect,” I finally whisper, figuring that sums it up pretty nicely.

The light in the room has gone murky now, and I know we should probably head back before someone gets worried and comes looking for us, but I don’t ask Nick to let me up so I can get dressed.

I just sigh and skim my fingertips idly up and down his bare back.

He lifts his head, propping up on one arm to look down at me. “That was… Wow.”

“What?” I ask, loving him even more than I did ten minutes ago.

“It blew my mind a little.”

I grin. “You don’t have to flatter me. It was my first time. I’m sure I have a lot to learn.”

He shakes his head. “No, you don’t. You’re amazing.” He pauses, studying my face before he adds, “That was my first time, too, you know. In a way. I mean, I’ve had lots of sex, but tonight is the first time I’ve made love to anyone. I thought I had before, I guess, but…I was wrong.”

“Aw.” The backs of my eyes begin to sting. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “It didn’t hurt?”

“Just a little. I’m sore but not too bad,” I say, a soft sound of protest escaping my lips as he shifts his hips and pulls out. “That didn’t mean I wanted you to leave.”

He laughs. “I don’t want to leave, but I should get dressed and go get that blanket for you. It’s getting late.”

“I know, but I need five more minutes.” I reach for him, pulling him back to the ground beside me. I roll onto my side, resting my head on his shoulder as I hitch my leg over his hips, sighing with contentment. “I wish we never had to put clothes on. I love being naked with you.”

“And I love being naked with—”

“Hello? Who’s there?”

I recognize Nana’s voice one second. The next, the door rattles on its hinges. “Wait,” I gasp, horror movie music shrieking in my head as the handle dips.

There isn’t time to so much as grab a damp piece of clothing to throw over us before the door swings open, revealing a tiny woman with carefully coiffed gray curls.

Nana’s shout when she sees us sprawled naked on the floor is loud enough to shake the thin walls of the boathouse. “Melody Anne March, have you been attacked?”

“Oh, my god, no, Nana, please close the door!” I snatch at my dress and pull it out from under me, doing my best to cover my bare bottom as I curl my upper body into Nick’s chest, hiding my breasts.

“Young lady, I am appalled,” Nana huffs, making no move to exit the doorway.

“Nana, please close the door and let us get dressed,” I beg, the embarrassment so intense my cheeks feel like I’m trapped facedown in a lava flow. “This is mortifying.”