Page 95 of Your Last First Kiss

My hand moves higher, taking her T-shirt with it, but this time she hesitates, and I stop my upward motion immediately. Fear overrides her pleasure, and she removes her hands from my chest to hold her shirt in place.

“Talk to me. Trust me to make this good for you. Trust me to worship your body. Your heart. And your soul.”

“I do,” she says, and I believe her.

She swallows. “There’s a lot of scars.”

“So you’ve said.” I place my lips on her cheek because I love how she shivers when I speak softly in her ear. “And I look forward to showing you how to love every single one of them.”

“How can you say that?” Her fingertips give the slightest pressure against my chest, and I freeze, then release her. I won’t push if she isn’t ready.

Putting a couple of inches between us, I let her see the truth as I say it. “Because there isn’t an inch of you I’m not already programmed to love.”

Our life is full of bombs ready to detonate, but I just tossed a live grenade into her heart, and I don’t regret it.

“Let me show you.” I step forward and reach for her ponytail again. Using my fingers, I massage her scalp.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Yes, what? Be specific,” I growl. I like to be in control in the bedroom. I always have. But it has never been an all-consuming desire that burns through my skin to my core as it does now.

“I want to make you feel good.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, sweet girl.” The hand under her shirt slips free, and I land a hard smack on her right ass cheek.

“Jesus,” she mutters into my chest.

“Try again,” I demand.

“I—I want…”

The confusion in her voice makes me smile. Her first lesson will be putting herself first, and I am up to that fucking challenge.

“I want to make you feel good,” she says again.

Smack. Smack.

This time my hand lands in quick procession, then I squeeze and massage her plentiful cheek.

“What? What do you want me to say?” She’s breathing heavily.

Jesus. How quickly can I make her come?

“Oh, Penny. I want you to say all sorts of filthy things. But for starters, I want to hear you say that you want me to makeyoufeel good.”

“Yes. Yes, I want that,” she says so quickly a dark chuckle shakes my torso.

I raise my hand to spank her again when she opens her mouth to speak. “I want you to make me feel good,” tumbles from her lips.

“There she is.” Without warning, I lift her by her thighs. She wraps her long legs around my waist, and my hips give an exploratory thrust that wedges my cock between her ass cheeks. Greedy little bastard. “How long do we have?”

“Um.” She bites her bottom lip, and my vision glazes over, imagining my dick between those rose-colored gates. “A few hours, I think.”

I’m already moving toward the bedroom but also shaking my head and muttering under my breath. “That’s not enough time for what I want to do to you, but I’ll do my best.”

When we reach my bed, I’m grateful I’d finally made it with sheets today. There’s no reason to unpack. Not when Miller and I will have to move out of these apartments soon so the contractors can meet their ridiculously tight deadlines.

I lower her to the floor, and she flashes me a deer-in-headlights expression. “I’ve only been with…”