Oh god, what if Tasha finds out?
“Well, you may as well go I suppose,” I say bitterly.
Slade’s eyes dart to mine, his brow creasing as his most intense look ever zaps me.
“Why would you say that?” he asks, gripping me tighter before stroking my hair back from my face, a small smile playing on his lips.
“You don’t wanna be with a virgin girl, who would?” I retort. “Especially—” His mouth on mine shuts me up.
It’s a neat trick Slade’s figured out.
If Abby gets too mournful and self-loathing, kiss her.
If that won’t do it, put your mouth on her pussy until she squeals.
I make a little growling sound, annoyed that Slade’s not taking this more seriously.
He eventually pulls back, his body rocking with soft laughter.
I thought as much, but I never expected to be laughed at, and with as much strength as I can manage, I ball a fist and hit him right in the chest.
“Hey, ow!” he exclaims, rubbing the spot where I hit him but still smiling.
Not moving an inch.
“It’s not funny.” I pout, feeling my face flush with anger and embarrassment.
“I’m not laughing at you,” Slade is quick to explain, shifting his hand from rubbing his chest to smoothing my frown away with his fingers.
“I’m laughing ‘cause I’m the happiest man alive is why,” he says, creasing his mouth and giving me the Slade equivalent of puppy dog eyes.
I shake my head, closing my eyes for a moment. None of this is making sense.
“If you’re a virgin, Abby,” Slade goes on. “Then I’ll be your first. And you… will be my only,” he adds, sighing with relief.
“Not that there’s been much going on in that department for about, oh…twenty years,” he confesses, a little embarrassed.
“You mean— I mean— You don’t mind?” I ask, astounded, not quite believing a man like Slade could go dry for so long.
No way, he’s just saying that. But if he only wants to be with me? Well, that’s different.
“When I saw you again, yesterday,” he says. “I wanted to kiss you right there and then. I wanted to do more than just kiss you,” he adds with a low growl, letting his hands wander again.
One hand wanders between my thighs and the other to my breasts, my nipples stiff and at attention as a new wave of fresh arousal pulses through me.
Already? Wow. I really could do this with Slade all day… and all night.
The effect of his words is just as great as his hands. His whole body was so close to mine.
I still don’t get what a man like him could see in a girl like me but the other part of me just knows this is right.
I was so scared he’d reject me only because I know he is it for me.
And not just for my first time, but for every time.
With a house, a yard.
A dog.
Kids, a white picket fence.
The whole package.
That’s what I see, for us.
But is it too soon to even mention that? I mean we haven’t even—
“I want you, Abby. But I want all of you, forever,” he says quickly. Giving voice to every thought and emotion I’m experiencing already.
It’s like I’m broadcasting everything I want and he’s picking up on my every signal. Everything I discover that we both want.
“You mean that?” I ask daring to hope.
“I’ve seen you naked. Just ate that sweet pussy of yours for half an hour at least. How much more intimate is there?” he jokes, which has me nodding in agreement.
Can’t argue with—
“Wait, what. Half an hour?” I gasp, checking the clock on the wall, which is showing almost ten o’clock.
“Time flies,” Slade says, a devilish grin on his face.
My fingers trace the edges of his lips before he kisses me again.
“And here I was wondering if a perfect ten like you would even go for an older guy like me,” he says, shaking his head as my hands get some of the confidence they need and start to explore his body.
He stops my hands when they reach for what I’m most interested in. The only parts of Slade Peters I haven’t seen.
Not in the flesh anyway. I’ve seen and felt him a thousand times in my dreams, in my little fantasies. But it’s nothing like having the man himself, and nowhere near as good as the real thing.
“I mean it, Abby,” he cautions me firmly.
“I’m a forever kind of guy. And this… This here is for you. All of it. And I won’t waste a drop of my seed unless it’s to fill you with it. Put a baby in you,” he says with complete conviction.
“What about Tasha?” I ask hesitantly.
But Slade’s face is stone.
“I mean it, Abby,” he reaffirms, loosening his grip on my hands as I nod silently.
Understanding and only wanting him more.
“But here, on my mom’s couch?” I ask, and that has Slade smiling extra wide.