“I am. I want you. I’m ready. Now. Please.”
“What’s your rush?” he asks before he glides his tongue over my distended nubbin again, nudges it with his nose as he inhales my scent, then resumes with his thumb and a wrenchingly slow, slow stroke.
Without thought, I mewl, spreading myself open even wider, arching my stabbing nipples as I plead for more. “Ransom!”
“We have all night, babygirl.”
Not if he burns me alive first. I’m so agonizingly close to the kind of orgasm I’ve never felt. It’s epic, like something from a book, almost too fantastical to believe.
“And the first time you come for me, you’re going to do it on my cock.”
My pulse jumps. “Yes.”
“You’re going to do it more than once.”
The ache between my legs tightens. “Yes.”
“And I’m going to be looking into your eyes as you fall apart for me.”
At his words, I gush. “Yes!”
I want to watch pleasure ripple through him, too, and know I’m making him feel good. I want to look into his soul and see the love I feel reflected back at me.
I want to know unequivocally that I’m his—and he’s mine.
There’s a clock on the nightstand, and he glances at it, licks me one last time, then shimmies his way up my body, pausing to nip at my hip bone, then to tongue his way up my stomach, and finally to suck in the tingling, tender tips of my breasts again before he closes his mouth over mine, plunging deep.
Following the urgent slide of his tongue against mine, he finally comes up for air. And I’m stunned to realize he’s unzipped his pants, shoved them around his hips, and wedged himself between my thighs. The head of his cock presses against my opening. With one powerful thrust, he’ll be inside me.
“There’s an hour left of your birthday, Havana. Let’s see how many times I can make you scream for me.”
“Yes. Please. Now. I want that—so bad. But first, there’s something I should tell you… Um, I’m a virgin.”
Ransom
My jaw drops. My heart stops. She can’t be a… “Virgin?”
At her shy nod, I swallow back my shock.
Holy shit.
After all the things I vowed to do to her… “Babygirl, if I’d known—”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to change a thing. You know what you need in a woman. I want to be everything to you.”
Jesus, as if I needed to fall deeper in love with her.
“You already are. How is it possible no man has ever… Especially my son? You two were together for weeks.” And I know Ethan. He’s impatient.
I love him, but he’s still at the stupid stage where if a girl isn’t putting out, he has no use for her. Eventually, he’ll learn better, but his hormones are making his decisions these days.
“I put him off. He felt sorry enough for me to let me stay in your guest room, but he quickly moved on.”
“What made you say no?” After all, she must have known Ethan’s reputation when they started dating.
“He wasn’t you.” She lifts her head and places a slow, soft kiss on my lips that melts me. “I took one look at you and fell in love.”
That makes two of us.
“Oh, babygirl…” We should talk more, but later. Now, I really need to connect with her in the most primal way. “I’m going to make you mine, Havana Smith. And there’s no coming back from that. You’ll stay mine.”
“Promise?”
“Forever. You on the pill?” I hate to be practical, but I have to know what I’m dealing with. I want to make sure she’s thinking of the possible consequences.
“No. I’ve never had a reason…”
And I don’t have any condoms. Goddamn it… “If we do this now, you could get pregnant. We can wait until we’ve got protection.”
I’m not sixteen anymore. I’d like to start a family—and I want to do it the right way this time. With the right woman.
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to wait. As long as we’re together, I’ll be happy.”
That’s what I want, too. And this moment—this woman—feels perfect.
I kick off my jeans and shove down my boxers, gratified when they find their way to the floor. Then I slide my hands up Havana’s body. I lift her arms over her head and lock our fingers together. “We will be. Ready?”
She bites her lip—and wraps her legs around me. “I was ready the minute I met you.”
Oh, fuck. Though everything about her turns me on, her big, open heart might be the most arousing.
But when she lifts her hips and rolls them under me, it’s a close second. Suddenly I get her message. She doesn’t need momentous. She doesn’t even care if I’m gentle. She just wants me now.
My crest rests at her opening. She’s waiting, breath held. I look down, taking in her face, melding our stares together as I ease in, pushing against a barrier I’ve never felt on a woman—and didn’t think I would at this age. Then I surge in and break through her hymen.