Salvation (Surrender 3)

Shit! I roll back, pulling her with me, so she has no choice but to lie on her side and face me.

“Tell me what you’re trying to say.”

She purses her lips and swallows hard.

“You told me you trust me, Ember. Remember, no judgment.”

“One guy, one weekend. I was eighteen. He was twenty-one. In the two days I spent with him, it was nothing like the intimacy you’ve showed me. I never even really saw him fully nude. The lights were off each time we had sex.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

She shakes her head.

“Babe, there are so many things wrong with that statement.”

“It all boils down to the fact that I’m inexperienced. You’re confident, skilled, and you know what you’re doing. I don’t. And your body caught me off guard. I realize you’re all man and probably used to being with girls that—”

“Stop. I don’t want you thinking about me with anyone else. Just like I don’t want to think about you with anyone else, ever. I have to know, babe. Did he take care of you when he was fucking you?”

“I never had an orgasm, if that’s what you want to know. You’re the only guy that’s ever happened with.”

I drop my head to her shoulder and tamper the urge to beat my chest with pride and scream at the same time.

“Robbie, talk to me. What are you thinking?”

“I’m trying to figure out what kind of fucker doesn’t take care of his woman but gets himself off, in the dark, for two days.”

“I wasn’t his woman. He slept with my sister the next day.”

My head shoots up with disgust. “Are you fucking serious?”

She nods.

“Jesus Christ, Ember. No wonder you left. What a cunt.”

She nods again and moves closer to me. “I’m sorry I ruined our moment.”

My heart races, not for the warmth of her body, but with the desire to beat the shit out of the guy who took something so special from her then threw her away. “You didn’t, babe, but this changes things.”

“How so?”

“You’re precious, Ember, and you need to be shown how a man treats a woman he cares about. I want you to feel, see, and explore every inch of me, as I do the same.” I kiss her forehead. “And that takes time. The kind of time we don’t have when I have no idea when Cruz and Alex are coming home.”

We sit quietly for a few minutes, her cheek and hand resting over my heart. Hatred for her mother and sister brews in me, and the need to shelter her grows. She moves to get up, but I pull her back into me.

“Where you going?”

“I’m going to get some clothes,” she whispers.

“Why?”

She shrugs. “I figured I ruined our night.”

“I’m lying here with your naked body pressed against mine. Not sure how you could ruin the night.” I flip us and wrap her leg around my waist, careful to keep my throbbing dick from sliding against her. “I think it’s a good time to start seeing, feeling, and exploring.” My hand moves to her ass and squeezes.

Her face splits into a wide smile, and she cups my cheek. “I’d like that.” She then gives me the sweetest kiss of my life.

Chapter 18