Dylan shuddered. “Stop talking like that.”
“I want you to touch me and make me come.”
Dylan narrowed his eyes. “Did someone coach you to say these things?”
“No,” I lied, inching back towards his bedroom. “I need to do this soon.”
“Why?”
“It’s like when I was in line for the Ferris wheel. I knew I would hate it, so I got scared, but the wait made it worse. I need to get this over with.”
Dylan’s jaw tensed and those dark eyes focused hard on my face. “I hate thinking of us being together as something you need to endure.”
The sexy talk Raven and the others suggested had backfired. Or maybe I was too honest. Either way, Dylan looked less interested in sex than when we arrived.
“When you touch me, I get excited. That excitement makes me remember ugly times. Once we’ve been together, the excitement will make me remember being with you. So even though it’ll be crappy the first time, I’ll be stronger afterwards. Strong enough for the next million times to be great.”
“Million times?” Dylan asked, giving me a naughty grin. He tugged off his shirt and tossed it on the couch. “I see a real future for us, Winnie, so I think you’re low-balling that number.”
Smiling, I glanced at his bedroom. “I’m getting naked and hiding under the covers. I can’t see you naked and I don’t want you to see me naked. I’ll freak out. I want to feel you, not see you.”
“I’ve never felt hotter,” he said, leaning on the couch. “I trust you know what’s best.”
“Trust is good,” I mumbled, inching towards his bedroom. “Give me a few minutes to get ready. Then come in and have sex with me.”
Laughing, Dylan rubbed his jaw. “Have sex with me. This feels weird.”
I peeked out from the door and held his gaze. “Once I get the hang of being naked around you, I’m kissing every inch of your body. I’ll claim you too. Once you’re mine, I won’t let you go. I’m not kidding either. If you think you have stalker tendencies, you ought to see me in action.”
Dylan expression shifted from awkward to a kind of male curiosity that both scared and excited me.
Leaving him to wonder what Stalker Winnie might be like, I shut the door. I stripped my clothes off, looked in the mirror while avoiding seeing myself from the neck down, and finally climbed into his bed. The sheets smelled clean, but I preferred Dylan’s cologne to the scent of mountain spring.
I thought to spread out my hair on the pillow. Posing felt gross though. Everything felt gross when I thought about it too much. Struggling against the urge to pinch my hands, I closed my eyes and imagined Dylan’s half smile.
When he entered the room, I kept my eyes shut. Instead, I focused on the first time I saw Dylan with his shirt off. Where I once felt shame about my lust, I now embraced the warm feelings.
The bed shifted and Dylan climbed under the covers, causing me to flinch. A part of me remembered the way the bed moved when one of the Vandals climbed on top of me. Feeling the past returning, I reached for Dylan.
His skin was hot under my fingertips. As his lips found mine in the dark room, I slid my body under his and spread my legs.
“My name is Winnie,” I whispered. “I live in Ellsberg.”
“My name is Dylan,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re my woman and I love you.”
Opening my eyes, I smiled at him. “I love you too. I’m scared, but I trust you completely.”
Dylan’s lips smiled against mine as he kissed me again. I ran my fingers slowly over his chest, relishing the feel of every hair and hard muscle. Placing my palm over the scar, I felt his heart racing.
Dylan sucked at my earlobe, licked at my throat. He moved lower, tasting and teasing my shoulders and collarbone.
His lips returned to mine and tested my resolve. I hungrily returned his affection. Even terrified, I was unwilling to stop.
His cock was hard against my thigh and I shuddered at the thought of it inside me. No way was I strong enough to handle sex. Yet I refused to stop with Dylan. Never did I dream I could want this kind of closeness and my body demanded more.
Dylan’s tongue grazed the tips of my already hard nipples. I squirmed under his touch. He paused, waiting for me to stop him. Instead, I stroked his back.
“Feels so good,” I moaned.
Dylan responded by sucking my left nipple into his hot mouth. The pleasure was so intense I nearly jumped off the bed. His wet mouth sucked at my nipple, licking and nipping at the hard flesh.
My hips wiggling, I laughed at how amazing his touch felt. When Dylan returned to my lips, he was smiling.
“Now,” I whispered, my hips searching for him.
Dylan didn’t hesitate, but he was still tender. Teasing between my legs, he tested how wet I was before pressing his cock against me.
“I want you.”