The hot words falling from her lips were already enough to send him over—but combined with the light pressure of her fingertips as she worked his clothes down over his erection? Holy hell, he had no idea how he didn’t lose it right then.
“Drew.” She was staring at his shaft as though it held the answers to all the questions she’d never thought to ask. “You’re beautiful.” She reached out to touch, but then hesitated.
“Please,” he begged. “Touch me.”
The moment she wrapped her hand around him for the first time, and sighed with pleasure, was one he’d never forget.
“You don’t have to be gentle, Ash.”
She looked up at him, her hair falling over one eye, and gave him a small smile. “Show me.”
He’d known being with Ashley would be good. But the way she made him feel with nothing but a smile and a simple request was so far beyond good that his mind and his body had already erased everyone who had come before her.
She was the only one who mattered.
The one he’d been waiting for.
His hand was shaking as he wrapped it around hers. Together, they stroked up, then down. Up, then down again.
“Your skin is so soft,” she marveled, “but underneath...” Her eyes were wide with wonder as they met his. “You’re so hard.”
“A week, Ash.” She tried to move her hand on him again, but he wouldn’t let her. Not when he was this close to combusting. “I’ve been like this for a whole week. Before that, even.”
Her voice was husky as she asked him, “Did you want me to do this?”
“Yes.”
“What else do you want me to do?”
“Love me.”
The answer was out before he could stop it. But he didn’t want to take it back. Didn’t want to do anything but thread his free hand into her hair to pull her closer for a kiss. Their mouths had barely touched when the vee between her legs naturally settled over his erection. Her heat seared him, her wetness beckoned him, her sweet sounds of bliss seduced him.
One slight shift of his hips and he could be inside her. And the truth was that he’d never been so tempted to break all the rules—every last one—and take her bare, with nothing between them at all. When she rolled her hips against his in just the right way to take him inside, he nearly gave in. But she meant too much to him to ever risk her in that way.
“Ash.” He put his hands on her hips, both to still her movements and to lift her slightly. “Protection.” He could barely think straight, which made words hard to come by. “I need to put on protection.” He nodded at the small bedside table. “In there. Max, he stocks all his buses. But you’re the only one for me, Ash.”
She pulled out the new, unopened box and took one out. “I’ve never put one on before. Will you show me how?”
“Next time,” he promised her. “Right now, I’m too close.” With gritted teeth, he focused on the task at hand, trying not to notice just how avidly, how hungrily, she watched him roll down the latex over his hard flesh—and definitely trying not to think about how it would feel if she were the one doing it.
Finally, she was back where she belonged, straddling his hips. “Let me feel you, Ash, just moving over me.”
She laid her hands flat on his chest, and her tongue flicked out to lick her lips as she focused on doing just what he’d asked her to do. She was at once sweet and oh so sexy as she rocked faster and faster over him, pushing her hips harder against his with every stroke. And then, with just the slightest tilt to her pelvis, she began to take him inside.
Her breath caught as she stilled over him.
“Ash?” Every sign told him she was a virgin. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, or move too fast. “If you’re not ready—”
“I am. So ready.”
She’d never sounded so passionate about anything, and she backed up her words with another slow, sweet inch of slick heat over him.
He was nearly delirious by now with the need to consume her, body and soul, but he wanted her to know, “Only take what feels good. Only take as much of me as you can.”
“All of you.” She leaned forward to kiss him. “I want to take all of you.”
Didn’t she know? “You have all of me already.”
“Not yet,” she whispered as she took him into herself—slow, trembling, breathless, perfect. “But I will soon.”
“Oh God, Ash, the heat of you over me. Surrounding me...” He groaned, trying to hold still, trying to keep from thrusting up, pushing as deep as he was desperate to go. “I’ve never felt anything so good. Never known anyone so beautiful.”
He could feel how small she was, but she didn’t stop, didn’t pause to catch the breath that he could hear hitching in her throat. Instead, she continued to rock her hips over him, small, intense motions that took him inside of her little by little. He wanted more. So much more. But he couldn’t stand to hurt her. Not even the slightest bit if he could help it.
“Ash—”
“I love it,” she said now as she bent her arms to lower her face to his for a soothing kiss. “I love the feel of you inside me. You don’t have to be careful with me. I won’t break, I promise.”
He knew how strong she was, but he didn’t want her to look back on her first time and remember anything but pleasure. “I don’t want to hurt you.”