REILLY
S low your roll, man. Slow your roll.
Those were the words running through my head as I led Bridget to my bedroom. Bridget, the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
And she was losing her virginity tonight—to me .
It was dark in my bedroom, but no way did I want to flip the light switch to turn on the bedside lamp. The soft glow from the hallway was enough. I wanted her to feel safe. I wanted to see her but not overwhelm her.
I turned to find her standing just inside the doorway to my room—barefoot, flushed, and waiting. I could tell she was nervous, even though she was doing her best to hide it.
“You okay?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. Just…don’t stop being gentle.”
“Sweetheart,” I said, stepping close, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, “I’m not in a hurry. We’ll go slow. You tell me what you need.”
She exhaled shakily and gave me a little smile that damn near leveled me. And that was when I knew I had to kiss her. I had to feel those lips against mine.
I wasn’t sure who moved first, but we met halfway, my arms going around her and her hands locking behind my neck. She rose on tiptoe as my tongue parted her lips, deepening the kiss as my hands slid up her sides, taking in her curves beneath the thin fabric of the tank top.
I needed her naked. Now.
I took my time lifting the hem of her tank top, giving her space to stop me if she changed her mind.
She didn’t. I pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor.
Then came her bra—hooked in the front, which made it easy.
Her breasts spilled free, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning back to look.
“Jesus, Bridget,” I breathed.
I ran my thumbs gently over her nipples, and she gasped, her whole body arching closer to mine. I kissed her again, deeper this time, one hand at the back of her neck while the other skimmed down her spine and settled on the waistband of her sleep shorts.
Her hands fumbled with the hem of my shirt. I helped her, dragging it over my head and tossing it aside. She ran her palms over my chest like she needed to feel I was real, and then nodded like she’d made up her mind.
“I want to feel you,” she whispered.
I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and slowly eased them down, kneeling as I did. I kissed the soft curve of her hip, her thigh, her knee as she stepped out of them.
She was naked in front of me, trembling a little.
“You’re perfect,” I murmured, standing and pulling her into my arms. “Get under the covers. I’ll be right there.”
She climbed into my bed while I grabbed a condom from the drawer. I dropped my pants and briefs, then slipped in beside her. My body was already tight with need, but I shoved that aside. Tonight wasn’t about me.
“Let me take care of you,” I said, brushing my fingers along her side.
She nodded and opened her legs slightly, eyes on mine. I kissed her—her lips, her jaw, the sensitive skin just below her ear—while my fingers explored gently, learning her. I stroked between her thighs, finding her wet, and she gasped.
I circled her clit, slow and careful, until her hips started moving against my hand. When I eased one finger inside her, she stiffened.
“You okay?” I asked.
She nodded, breath shaky. “Yeah. Just…intense.”
“You’re doing perfect.”
I tested her wetness, then shifted my attention back to her clit. Her body clung to me, tight and untried, and my chest ached at how damn much I wanted to make this good for her.
“Reilly…”
Her voice was a breathless plea, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I moved over that swollen bud with slow, deliberate strokes.
I could feel her body responding—her hips lifting, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps against my lips.
Every sound she made, every shudder that ran through her, sent a fresh wave of need crashing through me. But I held back, focusing only on her.
I kissed her again, swallowing her soft moans as I increased my movements on her clit. Her back arched off the bed, her nails scraping lightly over my skin.
“Oh—God—” Her voice broke, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Look at me,” I murmured, moving over her clit in fast, steady circles. “I want to see you.”
Her lashes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto mine. There was so much trust there, so much vulnerability, that for a second, I couldn’t breathe.
Then her breath hitched, her body tensing beneath my touch. “I—I think?—”
She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to. I knew.
Her hips jerked, her thighs clamping around my hand as the first wave hit her.
A broken cry tore from her throat, her entire body bowing off the bed.
I kept my touch steady, guiding her through it, watching in awe as her face transformed—lips parted, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed.
She was fuckingbeautifullike this, lost in sensation, completely undone.
And just like that, I was a goner.
Something cracked open in my chest, raw and terrifying. This wasn’t just lust. Wasn’t just heat. It was something deeper, something I wasn’t ready to name.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she collapsed against the pillows, her body still trembling. I eased my hand from between her thighs, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before shifting up to gather her against me. She curled into my chest, her heartbeat wild against my skin.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, voice dazed.
I chuckled, brushing her hair back from her face. “Good holy shit?”
She let out a breathless laugh, tilting her head up to look at me. Her eyes were still dark with pleasure, her lips swollen from my kisses.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she whispered.
The wonder in her voice did something to me. Made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t recognize.
I kissed her forehead, then her nose, then finally her lips, slow and lingering. “That was just the beginning.”
She shivered, her fingers tracing idle patterns over my chest. “What now?”
I smirked, moving away from her. “Now,” I said, reaching for the condom on the nightstand, “I make love to you.”
Her breath caught, her legs parting instinctively as I rolled on the condom. I took my time, kissing her until she was breathless again. Until her hands were clutching at my back, her body pliant and eager beneath mine.
Finally, it was time. I positioned myself between her legs, holding my weight off her with one arm.
“This part might hurt,” I said softly. “But I’ll go slow. You tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I won’t,” she said, fierce and sweet and vulnerable all at once.
I guided myself to her entrance, heart pounding. The first inch in had her tensing, breath catching. I stopped, kissed her temple.
“Breathe, sweetheart. You’re doing so good.”
She exhaled slowly, relaxing enough for me to push in a little more.
It was like heaven and hell—her body gripping me tight, heat pulsing around me.
The knowledge that I was the first man to ever touch her like this was enough to do me in.
I didn’t deserve her, but God help me, I was going to make this good.
I lifted up and looked down at her. She was so damn beautiful. I moved my thumb to her clit, slowly rolling over it as I watched her eyes widen. She hadn’t expected that, but she liked it.
I moved slowly, carefully, rocking into her in small motions until I was partway inside. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. She whimpered once, and I froze.
“Too much?”
She shook her head. “Just keep going. Keep touching me.”
I inched farther inside her as I resumed steady movements over her clit. Each movement loosened her just a little more, until her pain shifted to pleasure. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her hips rose to meet mine.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Just like that.”
I thrust deeper, and she gasped, her legs wrapping around me. Her nails scraped down my back. Her moans grew louder, breathless and broken and beautiful.
I could feel her getting close, so I sped up my movements, not relenting, just continuing to drive her toward orgasm.
“Oh…Reilly…” she cried out.
Her body clenched around me, and I lost it. I thrust once more, hard and deep, and came with a groan, buried in the woman who’d flipped my entire life upside down.
Once it was over, we lay tangled together, bodies slick with sweat and breath ragged. She looked up at me, wide-eyed and glowing.
“Thank you,” she whispered
I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer. “Sleep now. We’ve got time for more later.”
And hell if I didn’t already want her again.