Small Town Girl (Pink Springs 1)

“Maybe I can trade foot rubs for more information.” She opens an eye to look at me, and it’s so cute I laugh. “Next time I’ll get you to let me talk to Juno instead of you sneaking into the bathroom.”

She sits up so fast she almost topples off the couch. “You listened, you little sneak!”

“I think your whisper needs work.” I wink at her, and her cheeks flush. “It’s okay. I like what little I happened to hear.”

“How much did you hear?” Her question is soft, but I smile as I lean in close to her.

“Enough,” I answer before placing my lips on hers.

The kiss is like the last, where the moment our connection is made, my body responds with pulsing need. All thoughts of her whispered conversation fade away, and I only focus on what’s in front of me. Her arms come around my neck, and she pulls me closer at the same time I pull her ass onto my lap. I can’t get close enough to her body or my arms more tightly around her waist. I need all the space between us to vanish because the only thing on my mind is keeping Lux.

“I don’t do this,” she says between kisses, and I smile.

“Me either.”

“No, I mean it. I’ve never made out with a hot guy in his apartment before.”

“Me either,” I say again, and she smacks my chest.

“You know what I’m saying.”

I cradle her head as I look into her eyes. “Lux, I’ve never had another woman besides my sister in this space. I don’t do casual.” I run the pad of my thumb along her lower lip. “This is serious for me, and I don’t know if you’re ready to hear this, but I’m playing the long game.”

“How long?” Her question is barely above a whisper.

“Stay with me tonight,” I say instead of answering. I don’t want to scare her off by saying forever, and that my soul woke up the day she looked at me. So instead, I try for tonight.

“I don’t have any of my stuff.” She looks around the room like it will magically appear.

“Is that the only reason?” I lean forward and press my lips to her neck. “Are pajamas the only thing keeping you from spending the night?”

“Well, I mean…” She starts to say something else, but then it’s cut off by a moan as she tilts her head back. My tongue tastes the soft skin of her shoulder, and she goes limp in my arms. “Face wash, toothbrush.” Her words are jumbled as my hand cups her breast over her shirt. “Clean panties.”

“Are the ones you’re wearing too wet?” I ask, my voice husky, and then I pinch her nipple.

“Oh god, Bastian.”

“Let me worship you tonight,” I say, sliding my hand between her legs and cupping her sex. I don’t want her for just one night, but she really is like a bunny that could be scared off so easily.

“Okay,” she finally agrees, and with that one word she’s sealed her fate.

My hands go to the bottom of her shirt, and I wait for her to raise her arms. When she does, I slip it off over her head, and she’s sitting on my lap in her bra and pants. I look at her and feel her soft skin as I kiss her neck and then her collarbone. I tug down the cups of her bra so I can kiss her breasts and pinch her peaked nipples. She gasps and arches her back when my mouth latches on to one and I suck the tight bud into my mouth.

“Shit,” she hisses, and I smile against her as I move to the other one.

I take my time loving her there and wait until she’s mad with need before I go any further. When I feel her nails scoring my back, I help her lie back on the couch.

“Bastian.” My hands are at the button of her pants, and she places hers on top of them to stop me. “I was serious when I said I’ve never done this before.”

Male pride and dominance swell along with my cock at the thought of tasting her innocence. The thought of being the first—and the last—to have her. I look into her eyes and see she’s vulnerable and needs reassurance.

Leaning down, I kiss her hands that are on top of mine and then nuzzle my face against them. “I’ll be gentle…until you tell me not to be.”

“Okay,” she answers softly, and there’s a small shake to her voice as she moves her hands.

I unbutton her pants and slide them off, leaving her in only panties after I remove her bra. She’s spread out on the couch, and I’m kneeling between her legs as I move on top of her. I give her some of my weight, brushing the hair out of her eyes and taking a moment to let her adjust to this, to me.