She leaned into my touch, her voice steady. “Yes.”
That was all I needed.
4
LAURYN
Iwant to lose my virginity tonight. The second I said those words, something shifted between us. Not tension exactly, but focus. Intent.
Blade’s breath left him in a low rush, his hand still cradling my cheek like I was a secret he hadn’t dared hope for. His thumb brushed over my skin once, slow and tender, then his mouth was on mine again, softer this time, slower, like he was trying to pace himself.
But the heat between us was impossible to ignore.
My whole body buzzed beneath his touch. I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t second-guessing anything. All I wanted was him. His hands. His mouth. His weight pressing me down into the blanket-lined bed of his truck.
His hand slid up beneath my shirt again, but he took his time, learning every inch of me like he’d never get the chance again. His touch made me ache. He kissed me like we had forever, even though the tension in his shoulders said he was barely holding it together.
When he tugged my shirt up, I lifted my arms to help him. The night air kissed my skin, but I didn’t feel cold—not with the way he looked at me.
“You’re unreal,” he murmured, his voice raw.
He lowered his head and kissed along my collarbone, then down to the curve of my breast. The moment his mouth brushed over my nipple, I gasped and grabbed his shoulders, hips lifting slightly before I could stop myself. I felt the answering groan rumble through his chest.
I’d never felt anything like this. Never imagined it could be so overwhelming—so good.
He shifted over me, one arm braced beside my head. He glanced at me for a heartbeat—just a flicker of silent permission—and I nodded, my chest rising and falling in anticipation.
He eased down my shorts, slow and careful, kissing the inside of my thigh once they were off. I was too far gone to be shy. All I could think about was the way he was making me feel, the heat gathering low in my belly, the throb of anticipation building between my legs.
He kissed me again—deep and tender—and slid my panties down, his fingers grazing my thighs, my hips, like every part of me was sacred. My breath hitched when he settled between my legs, the rough fabric of his shorts brushing against the inside of my thighs. I wanted them gone.
I clumsily shoved down his shorts and underwear, and he let me, watching me with an intensity that made my cheeks burn. When I finally freed him, he groaned, kissing me again as he pressed our foreheads together.
“Lauryn…” he whispered, his voice wrecked and reverent.
I nodded, curling my fingers around his biceps. “Please.”
He moved away from me, still staying low but maneuvering until he could grab his wallet. He extracted a foil packet, andI couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped me. He raised his eyebrows.
“What?”
“Just…of course you came prepared,” I teased, my voice breathless.
“You’re the only one I’ve wanted to be prepared for,” he said without missing a beat.
And somehow, that made my chest squeeze even tighter.
He kissed me again—slower this time, achingly tender—while he took care of the condom. Then he was back, hovering over me, his hand sliding between us as he lined himself up.
I held my breath. He kissed me again as he started to push in, slow and careful, giving me time to adjust. The stretch was intense—more than I expected—but it wasn’t painful. Just…unfamiliar. I tensed without meaning to, and he froze instantly.
His forehead rested against mine, his voice low and ragged. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
I shook my head, focusing on the way his thumb brushed over my hip. “Just go slow.”
He did. Bit by bit, he eased deeper, pausing whenever my body stiffened, kissing me through every inch. And when he was finally fully inside me, his breath caught and his hands trembled where they held my waist.
“Jesus, Lauryn.”
