Have My Baby (Crescent Cove 1)

“Show me,” he said more forcefully. “I want to make sure I’m doing it right.”

“You are.” My lower lip trembled. “Everything has been right.”

“I was too rough.”

“No. I just wasn’t ready.”

He led my hand to my pussy and made small circles. My cheeks burned at just how wet I was. No, definitely not like when I touched myself. I was fuller and more swollen. My body had reacted to the differences and made room for my fingers and his as I gasped.

“Like that?” His voice was like gravel and his eyes were a touch wild, along with being kind.

I didn’t really want kind. I wanted the Seth who couldn’t wait to get his hands on me. I wanted the man who was so hot for me he couldn’t wait to touch me.

Hesitance was the last thing I wanted.

I slid my fingers out from under his and held him to my entrance. “You know what I need. I need you to trust that. I trust you with this.” I lifted trembling fingers to the buttons of his shirt. “I trust you with me.”

Swallowing hard, I pushed his shirt open and over his shoulders. We struggled with his cuffs and finally he was as bare as me from the waist up. I took a tentative step closer to him and had to take a slow breath when my breasts touched his chest. The soft hairs along his abs felt different than the more wiry ones between his pecs. Both of them were rather glorious.

I chased the wonder and hoped it would lead me away from the nerves multiplying in my belly and brain. I wanted this with everything inside of me. Even knowing things would change between on us on a fundamental level, I couldn’t turn away from him any longer.

He kicked off his shoes and I did the same with my boots. His pants hit the floor next and we stood in front of each other nearly naked.

Me, completely, but I was sort of glad he’d left on his black boxer briefs. I wasn’t sure I was ready to see just what my choices had led me to.

Especially with the bulge tenting under the snug cotton.

I lifted a shaking hand to his shoulder and he swept me up into his arms and deposited me on the mattress. “We’re going to take this as slow as you need to, all right?”

“What if I want fast?” I scuttled toward the head of the bed.

He grabbed my ankle and widened my legs before fitting his shoulders between my thighs. “Oh, there’s no way we’re going fast.” He grinned up at me and I was relieved to see the thrill in his eyes again.

Challenge accepted.

I could see the change building inside of him. I was pretty sure I was in a lot of damn trouble.

When he lowered his head and slipped two fingers along my slit, I fell back against the pillows with a groan.

He looked up from between my thighs. “Let’s just make sure you’re ready for me. Now that I know I need to be a little more careful.”

“Not too careful.”

“It’s not supposed to hurt.”

“How many virgins have you deflowered, buddy?”

He twirled his tongue around my clit. “Just one.”

When I tensed, he grinned. “This one.”

“Oh.”

“So it’s technically a first time for both of us.” He rolled his hips into the mattress and I was suddenly very jealous of the high thread count sheets and his cotton underwear.

I wanted him to roll those hips against me, dammit.

“I’m a big guy. I’m used to having to get a woman ready for me.”