Then who am I to disappoint?
“Are you sure?” I ask, crawling on to the bed to hover above her. “Because if you aren’t, I won’t do anything, trouble. I’ll just stay right beside you.”
She shakes her head, fingers locking at the back of my neck. I shiver at how cold the tips of her fingers are. Just that simple of a touch goes right through me.
“I know that you make me feel safe,” she murmurs. “I know that with you, I feel alive again. But Ireallyneed to feel it now, Calder. I want to feel more than just numb. I want to know what it feels like to actually be wanted.”
My heart thunders. I take in the resolve of her features, the way she continues to hold onto me with absolute ease. This isa girl who doesn’t lie about how she feels, I’ve gathered. Who wouldn’t lie about this.
I swallow hard and lower my lips to hers. The first kiss is hesitant, a test. I offer her the chance to push me away, to tell me to get lost. But her arms wind around my neck again, bringing me flush against her, deepening our kiss.
My tongue teases the seam of her lips. The kiss turns heated, any hesitation disappearing as her thighs move to frame my hips, putting me so close to the warmth of her core. Fuck. My cock hardens, stiffening despite the fact that I know we shouldn’t go any further than this. That I should be strong enough to leave her with a kiss and a promise for more after she’s had some rest.
All that flies out of the window when her hips rise to meet mine, a desperate little sound leaving her mouth.
I tear my lips from hers; a deep red flush darkens her cheeks, her lips swollen from the kiss, eyes feverish with desire. I take in the rise and fall of her chest as she sucks in breaths, the way her breasts move with them.
Imogen moves her hands from my shoulders. Her fingers go to the hem of her scrub shirt, which ignites a fire within me.
“Trouble,” I warn, grabbing the hand and placing it above her head. “You want something? You ask. With your words.”
A smile curls her lips. “I already told you what I want.”
I shake my head, capturing her other hand to put it with the other. I hold both in one hand, using the other to lower my face to hers again. “Don’t be a brat,” I murmur. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Imogen visibly shudders. If she was exhausted before, it’s gone now. There’s a fire in her dark eyes, one that calls to the one burning within me.
“I want you to touch me,” she breathes.
“Where?”
There’s only a moment of hesitation, a moment where she considers her next words carefully. “Everywhere.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Not good enough, trouble. Do you want my mouth on that pussy of yours?” I dip my chin to brush my lips down the column of her throat. “Or do you want my cock pounding into you?”
Imogen lifts her hips to mine, but I hold myself just out of reach—despite how badly I want to feel her again.
“I don’t know,” she admits. I pull away slightly to meet her stare, which drops. “I haven’t been with anyone…ever.”
Fuck. She’s a virgin?
I don’t know why that makes my cock harden even more. And I don’t know why that turns me on so much.
Knowing that I could give her everything right now, be her first, really make her mine…has my heart clenching for a different reason.
“Cock or mouth, trouble? Those are your options,” I tell her. “Choose fast before I do it for you.”
Her eyes widen, but as soon as her choice leaves her sweet lips, I give her exactly what she desires. My hand leaves hers for only a moment to strip her of her scrubs. As each piece of clothing comes off, my breath comes faster, heart pounding harder at the sight of her. She’s fucking beautiful. All soft curves, gentle slopes.
I feel like a damn animal taking her clothes off, but once they’re gone, I’m locked on her and that weeping pussy.
“Hands stay where they are,” I say, meeting her stare. “They don’t move until I’m done.”
Imogen makes a sound in the back of her throat as I move to her core. There’s a little tuft of hair above her clit, which glistens with her desire.
With one last look at her dark eyes, I take her in my mouth. She tastes as sweet as I knew she would. I lap at her desire,swirling my tongue around her clit. Imogen gasps, the sound starting soft before turning into a hard moan.
I tease her entrance with the tip of my tongue. The headboard rattles as she grips it. I chuckle against her before moving back to her clit.
