She’d never made love period. But she was afraid if she told him, he’d flee out the door. She knew he must be used to more experienced women.
She shrugged one shoulder. “Why bother when a bed is available?”
“Mmm,” he said, and then bent and nuzzled her ear.
Oh. She gripped his upper arms for support, her fingers digging into his biceps, as his action did funny things to her insides.
She felt his hand go to the zipper at the back of her dress.
“Would it be okay if I did this?” he murmured.
“Yes, please,” she breathed.
She heard the rasp of the zipper and felt her dress slither downward, exposing to his gaze that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
James stepped back and looked at her with a hooded, rapt expression.
“Ah, Pia, you’re so beautiful.” He raised his hands to cup and caress her. “You’re just as pretty as I thought when my imagination was running rampant in the bar.”
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
He sat on the arm of the love seat beside them and, pulling her toward him, fastened his mouth over one pert breast.
Pia was lost. Her heart beat wildly, and she tangled her fingers in his hair.
He pushed the rest of the dress off her, and then peeled her panties away without lifting his mouth from her.
Pia moaned.
He shifted his focus to her other breast, but then paused, his lips hovering over her taut flesh, his breath fanning her erect nipple.
“And would it be okay if I kissed you here?” he said hoarsely.
Pia had never been so close to begging and pleading.
But instead of answering, she guided his head to her breast, her eyes fluttering shut on a sigh as his lips closed over her.
He soothed and aroused her with his tongue, fanning the fire of their desire.
Before she knew it, she was on his lap on the love seat, and they were kissing passionately but yet like longtime lovers who had all the time in the world. His arousal pressed against her flesh, and his hand caressed up and down her thigh.
When they finally broke away, he groaned softly. “Have mercy, Pia.”
In response, she snuggled closer. He nuzzled her temple and his breath rasped in her ear. She shivered and rubbed against him.
She let her hand go to the buttons of his shirt, undoing one and then another. The strong, corded line of his neck came into view.
“Pia,” he said from somewhere above her head, “please say you don’t want to stop.”
“Who said anything about stopping?” This was her fantasy, and she found that she wanted to see it through to its conclusion. Her last drink at the bar had given her a delicious, unbound feeling, and James’s seduction had lowered her inhibitions even more.
“Ah, Pia.” He slipped his hand between her thighs and pressed, giving her a heady sensation. “I just want to assure you that I’m clean.”
“I am, too,” she answered, understanding what he was alluding to. “I’ve never had unprotected sex.”
It was literally true, though it hid the truth—that she’d never had sex at all.
He kissed her neck. “Are you…? If not, I have something with me. Not that I walked in here with any expectations, of course, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you from the first moment I spotted you.”