He rubs a hand across the back of his neck. “I’ve been close to the big moment enough times to know revealing my V-card status is a surefire way to ruin the mood. And I really didn’t want you to bolt.”
I exhale. “Wow. Okay.”
He shrugs uncomfortably. “But now that I say that out loud, it seems super manipulative. In my head, I was just keeping my personal shit personal until I was ready to talk about it, but maybe I was lying to myself, too. I don’t know. I’m just…sorry. I like you so much, Nat. Last night was one of the best nights of my life. Ever. I’m sorry I fucked it up by being a withholding asshole.”
“You didn’t fuck it up,” I whisper. And as soon as the words are out, I know they’re true. “Yes, I wish you’d felt safe being honest with me, but…last night was one of my best nights, too.”
His expression softens with hope, making my heart beat faster. “Yeah?”
I nod. “Yeah. And I’m not about to turn my back on that because of one misunderstanding.” I point a warning finger at his chest. “But from now on, you keep me in the loop on important things. Even if they’re hard or uncomfortable to talk about. I’m not afraid of hard or uncomfortable.”
His lips curve. “I know that about you. You’re a badass.”
“I am a badass,” I say, stepping in to stand on his socked feet as I loop my arms around his neck. “And I’m way too drunk on orgasms to stay mad at you for long.”
He wraps me up tight, making me positive I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. “Happy to hear it.”
“Yeah, you’re pretty amazing in bed. Especially for a virgin.”
“Well, I’m not a virgin anymore,” he says, sliding one big hand down to squeeze my ass through the sweatshirt fabric. “This smoking hot woman rode my cock all night long, and I finally know what I’ve been missing.”
Laughing low in my throat, I ask, “Oh yeah? And what are your thoughts? As good as you thought it would be?”
“Better,” he says without a beat of hesitation. “If the chef in me hadn’t insisted I woo you with morning-after French toast, I would have been all over you again the second I woke up.”
“Well, I do like French toast…” I press up on tiptoe, tightening my grip on his shoulders. “But I like your dick way more.”
As if reading my mind, he scoops me off my feet, guiding my legs around his waist. “And I love that about you.” He kisses me, the hint of sugary coffee on his breath making me moan.
“But I will take a coffee,” I say, kissing my way down his throat. “After you fuck me again. We have to make sure it’s still as much fun in the daylight.”
“We do,” he agrees, carrying me back to his bedroom.
“We’re practically obligated,” I murmur, nerves electrifying as he kicks the door shut behind him and slides one hand into my panties, finding where I’m already wet for him. “Like last night—in the name of science.”
“I did it all for the science, the science, the science,” he says, making me giggle as we tumble onto the bed.
“A Limp Bizkit riff.” I hum my approval against his lips. “Hot.”
“I aim to please,” he says, whipping the sweatshirt over my head, making my skin sizzle with excitement.
“Being naked with you is my new favorite thing,” I say as he quickly strips down and lengthens himself on top of me. “It’s even better than having gourmet Thai just a block away from my apartment.”
He slides a condom on, and I reach down, positioning where I want him, where I need him, desperately, even though it’s only been a few hours since the last time.
“Fuck, Nat,” he breathes as he sinks into me, sending shivers of arousal and relief rushing through me. “You’re heaven. Nothing’s ever felt this good. Nothing in my whole life.”
“So good,” I agree as I wrap my legs around his hips and arch into his thrust, wanting every inch of him buried deep. “For me, too. It’s special. You’re special.”
“Crazy about you,” he murmurs against my lips as we find our rhythm, moving together like we’ve worshiped each other for way longer than a single night. “Don’t want you to go. Want to hold you prisoner in my bed until Monday morning.”
“Yes, oh, yes,” I pant, already spiraling closer to the edge as he guides his hand under my bottom, lifting me until my clit rubs against the base of his cock with every thrust. “I want to freeze time and fuck you for a hundred years.”
“Two hundred,” he says, making me laugh, then moan as his teeth rake across the sensitive skin at my neck.
And then his mouth is on my breasts, licking and sucking while he continues to stroke into me with the perfect speed, the perfect pressure.