Page 52 of Hard Rock Sin

"Fuck." Cameron's gaze narrowed, sweeping up and down my body. He opened his mouth to speak, before closing it with a snap. His towel hung limply in his hands.

"Is it that shocking?" I folded my arms over my chest defensively. "So I'm a little sheltered. If you're going to make fun of me—"

"No." He cut me off sharply. The look in his eyes had changed. The surprise had trickled away. Instead, that simmering heat had returned. It was a look I hadn't seen in weeks, ever since that party when I'd shown up in that short black skirt.

Cameron had talked about doingindecent thingsto me.

A warmth began to flow throughout my body, centering between my legs. I squirmed, pressed my thighs together. That look in his eyes, combined with the memory of his words sent my heart beating faster.

"Is it bad?" I asked.

"Is what bad?" He sounded as if he could barely force the words past his lips.

"Being a virgin. Is it that bad?"

"Fuck no." His eyes burned into mine. "You've really never had sex before? So when we were talking about our kinks and you couldn't come up with anything…" He ran a hand over his face. "Fuck, I'm such an asshole."

"No you're not."

"I am." He met my eyes again. "I shouldn't have been flirting with you. I shouldn't have been teasing you. And I sure as fuck shouldn't—"

I twisted the hem of my shirt in my hand, nervous, but wanting to know. "Shouldn't what?"

His eyes blazed. "Shouldn't be thinking of teaching you."

My mind exploded at those words. A pulsing ache throbbed between my thighs. My legs went shaky, my breathing shallow. I slowly approached him.

"What if I want you to teach me?"

"Fuck." He threw his towel to the ground. "Lily, you can't just say things like that."

"I'm sorry," I said automatically.

"No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been encouraging this."

I was steps away from him. I closed the distance. I placed a hand on his chest.

"I like it when you flirt with me," I confessed. "I like it when you tease me. I like it when you call me your Angel."

"Lily…" His voice was pained. "You don't know how much I…" His eyes fell to my mouth. "…how much I wish you were just a normal girl."

All the air left the room.

"But this?" he continued. "This can't happen."

My heart sunk. I looked down, not meeting his eyes.

"I get it. I'm Noah's baby sister. You can't betray his trust."

"It's not just that," he muttered. "I can't fucking do this to you."

"Dowhatto me, exactly?"

"You go speechless whenever you see me without a shirt," he said with utter patience.

I flushed, understanding his meaning. "Oh. You mean, because I've never…?"

He gave me an almost wry smile. "Don't you know your first time is supposed to be special?"