“God, Hannah. I could have lost control. I was a second from ripping my zipper open and driving into you.”
Yes. Yes, I wanted that. So very much. To just have him let go and I’d finally be whole. To finally know what I was missing.
A tear slid down my temple. “Please don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t.” He quickly moved up to me, turning my face to his. “I wouldn’t. I just don’t want to take you like an animal. You’re twisting under my mouth and you taste so good.” He covered my mouth and I gasped at my taste on his tongue—now on my tongue. He tugged on my lower lip. “Taste that?”
I let out a shuddering breath. “Yes.”
“Times a thousand for me. You taste like honeyed peaches and perfection.”
I’d never look at peach pie the same way.
He cupped my cheek, brushing away the tears that had leaked out. “I don’t deserve this gift, but when I said I was a greedy bastard, I meant it.”
I covered his hand. “And I meant it when I said I wanted everything. Show me.”
He inched back off of me. “God, you’re going to kill me, but that’s what you’re going to get. But your first time isn’t going to be on the floor.” He lifted me again and I yelped. “Round two maybe.”
“Round two could have been on the bed.”
He grinned and set me down on the huge mattress. “I want to make this amazing for you. I’m an overachiever.”
Oh, Lord. I wouldn’t make it through this if he made it any better.
My gaze fastened to his hands as he lowered his zipper and peeled back the pinstriped charcoal wool to the jet black boxers underneath.
I swallowed thickly. That was a lot of man in there. A whole lot.
He stepped out of his pants and tossed them on the chair near the bed. Socks went with it before he climbed back up between my legs again. “We’ll figure this out together. The first time for both of us.”
I reached up to stroke back the little lock of hair that fell forward to mar his perfect face. “As long as both of us aren’t acting like virgins.”
He laughed. “Definitely not.” He covered my mouth with his and lightly stroked his way down my torso to between my thighs. His sweet kiss turned heated, then grew wilder as he groaned. “So wet for me,” he said against my mouth.
“So ready.”
“I’ll let you know when you’re ready.”
Up close, I could see the little flecks of gold in his hazel eyes. Almost predatory. I shivered, but not with fear. I’d been holding onto my virginity for so long, it had seemed as if I’d never know what it felt like to be with someone, let alone a man like Asher.
I didn’t even know his last name.
Maybe that was better. There was nothing outside this little snow globe we’d created. No baggage, no family, no burdens.
A space of time that was only about us.
My hips lifted as he slowly stroked one then two fingers inside of me. He took his time to learn my body. Even when I tried to urge him on, to go faster, he stayed the course.
He had his own plan for how this was going to go.
I was so impatient to reach the finish line. To just get him inside of me to feel part of something—someone. But Asher had his own agenda.
And that included death by endless orgasm.
Each time I got close, he backed off and slowed his tender movements. Added a kiss to my shoulder, my neck, even my collarbone. But he only touched me between my legs.
I arched up to get that deliciously soft hair of his chest against my skin, but he shifted so it was only about me and his fingers.