Dropping my head back, I give up and let the sensations sweep me away.
Rory grabs another handful of my ass and uses it to pull me up to him. He’s hard, and the pressure of his thick cock againstmy aching core makes me clench my thighs. The motion sends every ounce of blood in my body rushing between my legs. Is lust supposed to make me this dizzy and drunk?
“Tell the truth,” I exhale, as Rory nips at my neck. The pleasure’s so sharp, my toes curl. “Is this therealreason you brought me down here?”
“No.” He lays a heavy kiss on my neck then draws back to smirk at me. “But I would have if I’d thought of it.”
His hazel eyes burn into me, and I can only stand the heat for a few seconds before I yank his lips back to mine.
For a while, the noise of our kisses banishes every thought from my mind. I’m like an animal in a trance. Nothing has ever felt more primal, natural, or right.
It’s terrifying and exhilarating, and I don’t know how to stop.
My hands drift over Rory’s shoulders, down his broad chest… I don’t know what I’m doing. Never having done this before frazzles my nerves. By the time my hands reach the waist of Rory’s jeans, my fingers are shaking.
As soon as my right hand grazes his bulge, Rory hisses and rolls his body against mine.
The denim standing between his skin and mine does nothing to buffer the sheerheatradiating off him. I give his length an experimental squeeze.
He breaks our kiss, his voice commanding. “Stop that.”
I freeze. Did I do it wrong?
Before I die from humiliation, Rory drops his forehead to mine.
“That’s not how this works.” He tightens his grip on my thighs. “You’re supposed to be usingmeto get off, not the other way around.”
“What does that mean?” I blurt.
A chuckle escapes him, which sends embarrassment pinging through me.
“It meansyou call the shots.” Rory releases me and takes a small step back. I find the cool air that washes over me in the absence of his overwhelming heat jarring.
“But we’ve…” I stop and start again. “We’ve already established that I don’t have previous experience in this area.”
My heart gallops like hoofbeats down a mountain.
With difficulty, I admit the truth to him. “When I said I was inexperienced, I didn’t just mean…you know. I’ve never doneanythinglike this before.”
In fact, I’ve spent my whole life avoiding that type of attention. When you grow up with the men I did, evading the lecherous eye ofanythingmale within a hundred miles becomes an understandable goal.
Rory groans like he’s in pain. “You can’t say shit like that to me without warning. The thought of being the one who introduces you to all your sexual firsts makes me harder than a steel pole. And that inexperience is even more reason for you to call the shots.” Rory’s usually smooth voice is a rasp. “It’s your first time. Don’t you want a say?”
“Of course, but I…”
The truth is that I’ve never once considered what it would be like to actually give a man the green light to explore my body.
All I know is that I want Rory madly. I may not know his last name, but that’s not a priority. Not dying is, and I think I might expire if we don’t finish what we started.
But I’m also nervous as all hell.
What’s he going to do to me? What if I don’t like it? What if Ido?
Will anything hurt? I’ve read that for some girls it does and for others it doesn’t. Based on how wet I am, I’m betting I fall into that second category.
I’ve also read that some girls don’t feel much of anything at all, though I doubt I’ll have that issue with this guy.
But what if Rory has an issue with me?
