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I don’t know. It’s too soon to tell. But there’s no reason we have to rush what’s happening between us. We’ve got time to figure it all out. In this moment, all I want to do is make sure that when Claire finally gives herself to me, I make it the best possible experience I can.

  Her expression leaves me grinning as I nip playfully at her chin before skimming down her body. It’s gently that I lay kisses against her collarbone. Sliding down further, I suck each dusky nipple into my mouth before continuing my descent until I’m arriving at those gorgeous, pouty lower lips. Already they’re so wet and plumped from playing with them. As I settle between her thighs, she widens them without me saying a word.

  Her lips spread until I’m able to see every bit of her lush pinkness. Claire has the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. And the fact that she’s waited so long to do this. To give herself to a man brings every protective instinct I have surging to the forefront. I’ve never considered myself someone who cared just how much experience a woman had under her belt. Hell, I enjoyed when a woman knew exactly what she liked and what she was doing.

  The funny thing is, in the past, I’ve steered clear of virgins or women who were inexperienced. I didn’t want them getting all clingy or becoming overly infatuated. I wanted someone who understood that this was nothing more than a little bit of fun. Mutual satisfaction and gratification for one night only. There wouldn’t be any exchanging of numbers or midnight booty calls down the road. This wasn’t going to turn into some quasi-relationship.

  But this… with Claire.

  The fact that no man has ever touched her… well, I’d be lying through my teeth if I didn’t admit that it turns me on like nothing else. It makes me want to pound my fist against my chest and stake a claim.

  I don’t want anyone else touching her either.

  Hell, I don’t even want them looking sideways at her.

  As I stare down at all that glossy perfection, I already know that I’m going to be taking my sweet time with her. We’re not rushing anything. I want to draw out all this delicious pleasure until she’s dizzy with it.

  And then I want to do it all over again.

  When my lips finally settle on her glistening flesh, her back instantly bows off the bed as the breath catches at the back of her throat. God, but she’s so damn responsive. As I start nibbling at her clit, I slide one long, thick finger inside her. After a few lazy strokes, I add a second finger trying to prepare her for what’s about to happen. I want to make this as painless as possible.

  Instead of shying away, she widens her legs, pressing herself against me. A soft sigh of pleasure falls from her lips as I continue caressing her with both my fingers and mouth. I know she’s getting close. I can tell by the way her breath hitches, the way her body is strung impossibly tight, the throb of her softness as it surrounds me.

  Just as she starts dancing closer to the edge, I pull back. Not because I want to tease her, but because when she finally comes, I want my cock buried deep within her heat. She groans as I lay one last kiss upon her. The way she continues to writhe is so fucking sexy.

  Moving up her body, I finally settle myself against her, arranging my erection at the entrance of her lower lips. I think it’s entirely possible that my damn cock might just explode before I even get all the way inside her. I’m so freaking worked up right now. Knowing that I’m finally going to claim her sends every primitive instinct within me hurtling to the surface.

  I’ve never wanted to bury myself inside someone more than I do at this very moment. Even though I want to fuck her, it’s more than that. Whether she realizes it or not, it is. Claire is giving herself to me. Giving me something infinitely precious. The asshole she was with before may not realize what a gift this is, but I certainly do.

  I’m not about to fuck it up.

  As I press forward, her eyes hold mine as if we’re the only two people in the world.

  “It’s going to be okay, Claire. I won’t lie and say that it’s not going to hurt. It will. But I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

  She nods before sucking in just a bit of a nervous breath. Her long, slender body tenses beneath mine.

  “Relax, baby. You just need to leave everything to me.” Somehow I know that it will only hurt more if she continues tensing up. I need to keep her loose. Focused on the pleasure. So, even though I want nothing more than to thrust into her, to bust through the thin membrane of her virginity and bury myself to the hilt within her warmth, I don’t. I hold myself up on my elbows so that my weight doesn’t feel crushing. Then, very slowly, I slide my dick in and out of her tight sheath. Nice shallow strokes that give pleasure rather than pain.

  Around the sixth one, I feel her slowly begin to relax her muscles. She arches her body, trying to get closer. Wanting more of my cock to fill her. With each slide, I go a little deeper until I’m butting up against that thin barrier.

  As my cock hits it again, I almost lose control. So badly do I want to plow right on through so that I’m completely immersed within her soft heat. It’s fucking killing me to take things so slowly.

  But I have to. There isn’t a choice in the matter.

  It’s almost as if all the other women I’ve been with were just a precursor of sorts. Practice for this very moment when it would take every ounce of self-control I have within me to make this as good as I possibly can for her.

  Her pussy… it’s like nirvana. A tight, velvety fist clutching the tip of my shaft. I fucking can’t wait to feel all of her pulsing around me. Squeezing me tight until I explode within her.

  Which is precisely when it dawns on me that I’ve forgotten one very important detail.

  Oh fuck…

  A condom.

  I always wrap it up.

  Always.

  I’ve never gone bareback in my life.

  As much as I don’t want to, I hastily pull out. Her fingernails dig into my back as she tries tugging me back down again.

  “JT?” The question is woven though my name.

  “I’m not wearing anything.”

  She sucks in a deep breath before slowly releasing it. “I’m on the pill.”

  I pause so that the tip of my cock sits at the entrance of her tight pussy. So badly do I want to stroke myself back inside her.

  “I’ve never been in a woman without a condom.” I have no idea if she believes that or not. If she’s smart, she’ll tell me to get something on before ever allowing me back inside her body. “I have some in the drawer.” I jerk my head towards the nightstand. “It’ll be quick, I promise.”

  For just a moment, she studies my face before slowly shaking her head. “I trust you. You haven’t lied to me yet. You’ve done nothing but take care with me. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you come inside me.”

  Her words leave me groaning as I surge back into her body. The breath catches at the back of her throat as I gently knock against her barrier again. As I pull out, ready to slide back inside, I ask one more time before I lose control, “Are you sure, Claire? I’ll use a condom. I don’t want to put you at risk.”

  She nods her head, her nails biting into my back as she tugs me towards her, keeping me in place as if she’s afraid I might pull out again.

  “I’m sure. I want to feel you. It’s so good, JT.” She arches her body. “Soooo good.”

  “Yeah, baby, it is.” Leaning down, I take her lips before whispering, “It’s never felt like this before. Not ever.”

  I continue taking short, shallow strokes, priming her body. My cock in now coated with her cream and it’s the best fucking feeling in the world. When she finally begins to tighten around me, her soft cries filling the air- I thrust, breaking through her virginity until I’m buried to the hilt within her body.

  Because her pussy is still throbbing and she’s so hot and tight, I totally lose it. I’m only able to stroke in and out a few more times before spending myself inside her. Holding her body against mine as her name falls from my lips, I continue thrusting.

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sp; I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life. Wrapping my arms around Claire, I roll to the side so that she can collapse on top of me. I feel her heart beat wildly against my own. Unable to wrap my mind around any one specific thought, I simply run my fingers through her hair.

  Fuck.

  That’s the only word I can grasp onto right now.

  That was…

  That was freaking fantastic.

  I almost snort.

  No. It was so much more than that.

  As I’m basking in the afterglow, I feel a drop of wetness hit my chest. It’s enough to have me crashing back to earth with a painful thud. With my heart stuttering, I grab Claire by the shoulders, lifting her from me until I’m able to frantically search her eyes.

  I wasn’t wrong. She’s crying. Her eyes are filled with glassy-looking tears that twist my heart.

  Fuck!

  “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, Claire. I tried to be as gentle as I could.” And here I’d thought I was being so careful, but apparently not. A teary-eyed woman in your bed is never a good sign.

  Is she having regrets already?

  I’m just starting to go into full blown panic mode when a soft little smile curves her lips upwards. Leaning towards me, she presses her love-swollen lips against mine before whispering, “No, you didn’t hurt me. It was wonderful. You made everything perfect, JT. Thank you.”

  My entire body goes limp with relief as her words wash over me.

  “Are you sure?”

  She nods before snuggling up against my chest. Then I’m wrapping my arms around her, holding her tightly to me.

  “It was absolutely perfect. I’m glad that I waited.” She’s silent before finally whispering, “I’m glad that it was you.”

  Every drop of air filling my lungs rushes out of my body.

  Because I’m glad that it was me, too.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Claire

  It’s the dinging of my phone that wakes me from the slumber I must have fallen into after JT and I had sex. Picking up my head, I blink until everything once again comes into sharp focus.

  Holy crap.

  That was…

  Yeah… that was completely and utterly amazing.

  Not in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that sex could be like that.

  Especially with JT.

  Unable to help myself, my eyes slide to him. He’s still sacked out right beside me. Snoring ever so lightly.

  God, but he’s beautiful.

  I mean really beautiful.

  Even though he’s a man, there’s something ridiculously beautiful about him. Must be all that thick blond hair paired with those unusual green-hued eyes. Not to mention that gorgeous smile. I’ve heard his smile described as panty-melting. Whoever said that wasn’t wrong.

  I may have kept my distance from him for the last three years, but that doesn’t mean I was in any way immune to his finer points or charm. I think what I like best about JT is that he’s completely different than what I had always assumed. For goodness sake, he held out for almost two weeks before finally sleeping with me.

  And you know what?

  It was well worth the wait.

  I can’t imagine my first time being any better than this.

  He made it perfect.

  Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I reach for my phone. As soon as I have it in hand, my brows draw together when I see a new text from Holly.

  Can u meet at George’s around three? Have a roommate lined up. Need to sign paperwork.

  Nibbling at my lower lip, I fire off a quick response letting her know that I’ll be there. I’m relieved that Holly found someone to take over my part of the lease and that I’ll be off the hook for living with her. But it also means that I should probably start looking for a place of my own in earnest now.

  I can’t stay here with JT indefinitely. It’s not like this is a permanent solution. Once again my eyes settle on the man lying next to me. I startle just a bit when I find those seafoam green eyes quietly watching me.

  “What’s going on?” His voice is all deep and raspy as he stretches that big, powerful body of his. The sheet slides down his length revealing a perfectly sculpted sun-kissed chest.

  “Holly found a new roommate, so I’m going to meet up with her at three to sign the paperwork.”

  His reaction is almost comical. It’s like someone just threw a bucket of cold water on him. All of sudden he looks wide awake. He quickly glances at the clock on his nightstand.

  “I’ve got to head over for practice, but I’ll be done at three. Set it up to meet with her at four. I don’t want you going there on your own.”

  Even though I kind of want to argue that I’m perfectly capable of meeting my former roommate by myself, I don’t. In all honesty, I don’t want to see Holly alone. Thankfully we don’t have any classes together this semester. When we were first setting up out schedules, I was bummed that we couldn’t align any of our classes, but now it feels like a blessing in disguise.

  “Okay. I’ll text her and see if that works.”

  I don’t realize that he’s holding his breath until it comes slowly hissing out from between his lips. I notice his eyes narrow just a smidge as he continues to study me.

  “I was expecting more of a fight. That was almost too easy.”

  I can’t help but chuckle before pressing a quick kiss against his lips. His arms immediately snake their way around my body before hauling me even closer.

  “I wish I could spend the rest of the day in bed with you, but I can’t. I have to get moving.”

  “Me, too,” I admit, wishing we could do just that.

  Laying a sweet kiss against my neck, he asks, “Are you sore at all?”

  I shake my head because rather surprisingly, I’m not. I think he was just so gentle, making sure that I was completely ready before he went any further. “Nope. Not at all.” But I can’t resist teasing him just a bit. “Don’t take it personally. Not everyone can be hung like a stallion.”

  His mouth tumbles open as his eyes flare wide before they’re narrowing in response to my words. “What the hell are you talking about, woman? I’m fucking massive.”

  I start to laugh before holding up my pinkie and wiggling it around. “Itty bitty.”

  A deep growl rumbles up from within his chest. In the blink of an eye, I’m flipped over, and he’s on top of me, caging me in before thrusting his hips against my center.

  “Itty bitty, my ass!” He grinds his hips against mine again, and I can’t stop the low groan of appreciation as sensation after sensation ricochets through me. “I’ll show you exactly what massive looks like.”

  Since we’re both still naked, his hard length slides deep inside me. God, but I love the feel of him filling me up to the very brim.

  “Mmmmm,” I sigh in contentment.

  “You’re damn right!”

  He continues thrusting, his rhythm driving me closer and closer to the precipice. This time there is no gentleness whatsoever. And I love it. Love the roughness of it. Just as I feel myself slipping over the edge, my body coiled tight with impending release, JT pulls out completely.

  I gasp, trying to drag him back down towards my body, arching my hips so that he can slide easily back inside my wet heat. As my eyes find his, an arrogant smirk fills them. Leaning down, he kisses me firmly on the lips before leaving me sprawled out naked on the bed.

  I can’t help but screech, “Are you being serious right now?”

  His cock is completely hard. In fact, it’s pointing right at me. I leap towards him, intent on getting my hands on it but he twists away at the last moment.

  “Hey, what are you complaining about?” He arches a brow. “The last thing you want is some teeny-tiny dick.”

  Shoulders shaking with mirth, he saunters into the bathroom. Feeling frustrated, I throw a pillow at him before flopping back onto the bed.

  A moment later, he sticks his blond head out from the bathroom. “Why don�
��t you get that sweet little ass of yours in here and I’ll finish you off in the shower.”

  Poetic it’s not, but I don’t care. I’m horny as hell right now.

  As soon as the words leave his mouth, I’m scrambling off the bed and racing towards the bathroom. He could have left me hanging, but he didn’t. And just as he promised, he takes care of me in the shower until we’re both finding our release.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  JT

  We’re sitting in some diner near campus waiting for Claire’s bitch of an ex-roommate to show up. Like there was any way in hell that I was going to let Claire come here all by herself. I was kind of expecting her to put up a fight, but rather surprisingly she didn’t. I kind of think she was relieved when I insisted on accompanying her.

  I’m just glad she gave in so easily.

  Because… what was I really going to do if she didn’t?

  It’s not exactly like we’re a couple.

  I have zero pull where she’s concerned. The girl is completely free to do what she wants.

  Which is exactly why I’m thinking that it might be time to have ourselves a little come-to-Jesus meeting about the state of our relationship. Especially after what happened this morning. I’m tired of just coasting along. I need to know what’s going on between us.

  Is this just a casual thing for her?

  A sexual experiment of sorts?

  I haven’t a clue. I just know that what I’m feeling for Claire seems to be growing stronger with the passing of each day. And I want more.

  Sitting across from her, I continue playing with her slender fingers. A soft smile hovers around the edges of her lips.

  I’ve got a ball cap pulled low over my eyes. I don’t want people recognizing me right now. I don’t want to be bothered. Not when I’m with Claire. Normally I don’t mind going out, shaking a few hands, snapping a few pics, signing some autographs. But like everything else, that feels different too. I just want to be alone with her. I don’t want any distractions.

  As soon as we’re finished here, I’m hustling her back to my place so we can sit down and hash out all these questions I’ve got floating around in the back of my head. Amusingly enough, I’ve never been one to need a label slapped on a relationship. Hell, I’ve never really wanted a relationship before, but Claire has changed all that.