Seducing the Innocent (Forbidden Confessions 1)

“Come closer.” His voice shudders.

I don’t know what he wants, but the longer I keep him occupied, the less time he’ll spend packing to leave.

I gather my courage and step closer to him—so close I can see every individual hair of the dark morning stubble covering his jaw and the rapid pulse at his neck. I glance down discreetly through my lashes. His cock is not only still erect but bigger than before. The sight of him all aroused makes me achy and wet.

Am I responsible for that?

Then he drops my tank top on the counter beside me and raises his hand. His warm palm cups my right breast. I suck in a breath at the shock of his hot touch.

Then the fingers of his other hand trace some of the delicate veins under my pale skin, drawing closer and closer to my nipple but never actually touching it. The ache between my legs grows unbearable and my heart races as he repeats the process with the other breast, but this time, his thumb slips over its hard crest.

I can’t help it; I moan.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” My voice is breathy.

He hesitates. “Justin didn’t do this to you?”

“No.”

“Did he fuck you?”

“No.”

“You swear?”

I nod. “I don’t want him.”

“Good.” He sounds relieved.

“Why? Do you want me to be alone?” I ask as he caresses my breasts again. “Despite what you and Shane always thought, I can’t be a virgin forever.”

Eventually, I’ll find a man I can stomach having sex with. But I only want Oliver…

He swallows, then frowns. “Your brother and I taught you to save yourself for someone who loves you and will value your gift. You should be adored. Justin seems like a worthless wanker who won’t care a whit about you the next day. When I’m gone, I have faith you’ll make the right choices for your life and your body.”

I bite my lip. Oliver knows me well. I won’t go to bed with a guy just to say I finally had sex. Maybe I’m living in a fairy tale, but I really do want my first time to be special. I want to be with someone I love.

Like Oliver, who suddenly stares at me as if I fascinate him. He caresses my breasts so tenderly I nearly cry.

Why is he touching me this way if he’s leaving? The question frustrates me and ignites my temper. “Well, now that you’re packing up and heading out, you don’t have to worry about me anymore. I’ll find someone to take my V-card. I’m an adult, so it’s not like saving it is a big deal anymore.”

“It fucking is.” Oliver grabs my shoulders, and his stare delves deep into me as if he’s determined to make me understand. “Christ. For that remark, I should spank your ass so red you can’t sit for a week.”

I suck in a breath, wide-eyed. Three years ago, that threat would have sent me running for cover. Oliver is the sort of man who means what he says. If he threatens, he follows through. But today, I’m not scared. In fact, I like the idea of his hand on my ass. My pussy clenches again.

“What else do you want to do to me?” I say breathlessly.

He feathers his thumbs across my sensitive nipples in tandem. My knees buckle. I have to hold on to the counter to stay upright. And when he pinches both tips lightly, tingles zing through my body. Slowly melting, I suck in a breath and fight the urge to beg him to touch me more. I force myself to wait for Oliver’s answer because, while I know he likes sex, I’m not convinced his erection means he desires me.

One of his warm hands leaves my breast and skates down my waist, settling over my hip to bring me closer. I can smell a hint of toothpaste and coffee on his breath.

“Have you let any of those tossers you’ve dated kiss you, Kayla?”

I swallow. What will he do if I tell him the truth? “A few.”

He scowls as if my answer pains him. “Did you like it?”

I wanted to, but… “It was all right. No one has blown my panties off.”

I suspect Oliver could.

His eyes soften. “Kissing can be wonderful. Someday, when you find a man you care about, one who knows what he’s doing, you’ll love it.”

I have a man I very much care about standing right in front of me, and the thought of kissing Oliver makes my body throb in arousal. I sway closer, pressing my aching breasts against his chest. “What about you? I’ll bet you know what you’re doing.”

The second the words leave my mouth, my heart careens out of control.

“I shouldn’t kiss you, Kayla,” Oliver practically groans.

“Please,” I beg. “Just once.” When he stares at my lips, they tingle. Everything in my body flushes hot. Even my skin feels too tight. And the ache between my legs coils relentlessly. “You’ve already touched my breasts.”