Quarterback Draw

Katrina wasn’t going to be the only one experiencing something new today.

And he owed it to her to do it right, because a woman’s first time with a guy should be something special.

He didn’t intend to fuck this up.





SIXTEEN


KATRINA HAD BEEN MORTIFIED. SHE’D PLANNED TO get this sex thing over with before Grant had any inkling she’d never done this before. Leave it to someone as masculine and filled with confidence as him to read right through her. He’d known almost instantly that she had no idea what she was doing.

But he’d handled it so well. He hadn’t laughed at her, and he’d asked all the right questions. Now they could get down to business and make her lack of experience a thing of the past.

“Okay, so what do we do?” she asked. She had a gloriously hot and sexy naked man in bed with her, and she wanted to move forward with that.

His hand lay on her thigh, and as his fingers crept forward, that flush of heat surrounded her again, making her breasts feel swollen and heavy, and her clit tingle with anticipation.

But he didn’t move. Instead, he teased the inner curve of her thigh. “We do whatever feels good. I don’t know about you, but I’m not in any hurry. I want to explore your body. I want to kiss you and lick you and make you come. I want your bones to turn to jelly and make you quiver all over. And then when I fuck you, Kat, you’re going to scream my name over and over again.”

She shuddered out a breath at the fantasy of it all. She read a lot of books, many of them romances. She got the fantasy. She’d masturbated to a lot of very explicit erotica many times. But that’s all it was—a fantasy. She was smart enough to know real life wasn’t like that.

“You’re giving me a look like you don’t believe I can make it happen for you.”

Her lips curved. “I’m very open-minded and eager to learn. But I highly doubt that real sex is all I’ve read about.”

He stood, tugged on her ankles, and pulled her down the bed, laying her flat. “I’ll accept that challenge.”

He climbed onto the bed and laid next to her, using his hands to sweep over her body.

“Sex should never be rushed. I did that a lot when I was younger.” He used the palm of his hand to rub a spot just above her collarbone. “I learned after a while that you miss out on some great stuff.”

She met his gaze. “Such as?”

“Such as learning what spots on a woman’s body drive her crazy. And that you need to relax and enjoy the journey. It isn’t all about fucking, you know.”

To her, it was. But she’d take his word for it since he was the one with all the experience.

“We’re going to take our time to explore, Kat. We’ve got all night.”

He cupped his hand on her jaw and kissed her. Lightly at first, but oh, the man had an amazing mouth, coaxing her to open. He slid his tongue inside to tease hers. Without the mind-numbing hard passion, she fell into the kiss, an array of sensations that, coupled with the light touch of his fingers across her skin, made her dizzy with pleasure.

Who knew that a lazy, soft kiss and a tangle of tongues could be so erotic? Especially when a man took his time mapping her naked body with the tips of his fingers.

She couldn’t help but arch against him when he found that spot on her inner hip that she’d never realized caused a zing of awareness. He didn’t press in, just circled the spot with his fingertip.

And then he kissed his way over her jaw and down to her neck, moving over her like he’d just been given a new toy to play with. And who knew the right side of her neck was so sensitive? The left side felt good, too, of course. But the right side caused chill bumps to skitter across her skin and when he sucked that spot …

“Oh, my God.” She was unable to resist exclaiming out loud as he slashed his tongue across the side of her neck and licked her. A slow, deliberate lick that drove her out of her mind with desire.

She grasped his head and brought his mouth to hers, and now it was her turn to explore. She deepened the kiss this time, sucking on his tongue. Her body was on fire from his explorations and she wanted an orgasm.

Now.

But Grant hadn’t been joking when he said they had all night to explore. While she was in the throes of quaking need, he skimmed his fingers across her rib cage, then over her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were tight, hard peaks just begging for his mouth. And when he bent and captured one of her nipples between his lips, she thought she might explode from the shooting arcs of pleasure.

“I need …” She couldn’t form the words, but there was so much she needed. His touch, his mouth on her—everywhere. His cock. She couldn’t wait for his cock. She’d waited a lifetime for this and she wanted him inside her right now.

“Shh,” he said, letting his hand slide down her belly to cup her sex. “I know what you need.”

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