She nods her head. “I promise, Dane.” She raises her shaky hand to my face and strokes my cheek tenderly. “I love you, too.” Pulling my face to her, she kisses me deeply and whispers on my lips, “I’m all yours now. So what are you gonna do with me?”
Finally hearing the words from her, “I love you,” “I’m all yours,” the tension I’ve carried in my body for months vanishes. No more back and forth indecisive “oh what about Evan” bullshit. She’s mine now, she knows it, and after all this time, I can finally say I do, too. I can take the woman I love now and I get to keep her. Releasing her hands, I skim mine down her body, memorizing the feel of every inch. Her hardened nipples poke into my chest, so I take one in my mouth, teasing the other with my fingers.
“Oh God, Dane,” she groans, arching her back like a wet dream.
“Like that, baby?”
“Mhmmm,” she moans, so responsive. Her little hand sneaks to the drawstring of my suit, but I snatch it away. My pants absolutely cannot come off yet or the show’s gonna be over before the opening credits are done. She’s a virgin, and I’d die before I hurt her, so I have to make sure she’s more than ready.
“Not yet.” I kiss along her throat, trailing my fingertips down until they meet her bare, wet center. She lets out a little whimper at the contact, her thighs quivering against me. I suck in a breath; fuck, she’s so sexy.
I tease along the edges of her until her head is thrashing side to side, gradually slipping a finger inside her. She hisses and pushes down against my hand, so I add another.
“D-Dane,” she sputters.
“What, baby?” I bite a nipple gently. “Tell me.”
“I need,” she groans as I increase speed, adding my thumb against her hot button, “oh, oh I need that, just like that, Dane.”
I chuckle; learning sweet Laney is going to be nirvana. “Just like that?” I mock, running my other hand through her hair. I feel her tighten around my fingers, spasming from within. “That’s my girl.” She wails, drawing up her knees, and comes on my hand. It’s the hottest, most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t wait much longer to be inside her. I kiss, suck, and nibble my way up her belly, paying extra attention to both breasts before taking her mouth feverishly. She runs her hands up and down my back before sliding them under my shorts, digging her fingers into my ass. She pulls my rock-hard groin against her, grinding into me. I refuse to believe all innocents are so good at this; Laney’s a fucking fireball. And she has no clue she’s walking sex; good.
“Dane!” She bites my chin, forcing my attention to her face. “I need you, right now.”
“Baby,” I say as I drop a kiss her forehead, “you can plan our dates, tell me what to wear, run the radio,” I wink, “you can even name our kids one day...after Disney characters even. But in the bedroom, the hot tub, against the wall or basically anywhere I have you naked and wet...let me lead.”
My fingers find her again, thrusting two in unforgivably. “Can you do that for me, Laney? Can you trust me to take care of you?” I curl my fingers up and stroke inside her, drawing a throaty whine from her. “Hmm?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Good girl,” I croon, pinching her clit and sending her off like a rocket. She writhes and twists, a vision, my vision. When she comes down, I ease off the bed to the bathroom, returning with a condom that I toss on the bed. Lowering my trunks, my eyes never leave her face.
Standing before her naked, I watch her expression go from skittish, to surprised, and finally settle on warm. She raises her gaze to mine and my heart seizes in my chest at the love and acceptance I see there.
Shifting to her hands and knees, she crawls to the edge of the bed, rising up inches from me. She traces every line of my upper body, smoothing her palms across my abs, switching back to fingertips along the grooves leading down to my groin. Her chestnut eyes peek back up at me as her little tongue slips out over her bottom lip. “You are magnificent. Thank you for waiting for me, for this.” She blows out a long breath. “I love you. I didn’t know what that really meant until I met you. You were made to be my other half and I yours.”
I know this should be a sweet, romantic moment, but hearing her heartfelt words draw out every barbaric chemical in my body. I lift her, shifting her to the middle of the bed, and swiftly settle over her. “Gotta have you baby, gotta get inside.” I kiss her manically, working her up again. “Not gonna lie, love,” I say, firmly kneading her breasts, “it’s probably gonna hurt a little bit, but I’ll be as gentle as I can.”