He wasn’t a good man. The words stuck in his throat. He wanted to tell her the things he’d done, that he’d killed his own father. Killed others. Always to protect himself, but he still had blood on his hands. He couldn’t force the words out though. Not when she was looking at him with those big, dark eyes and all he wanted to do was kiss her, to make her his.
He cleared his throat. “I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.” He’d gotten tired of paying for sex, of feeling no connection. “And I’ve been tested. I’m clean—and I have all the paperwork. You can see it whenever you want.” He mentally crossed his fingers that she still wanted him at all. It had sounded like she did, but he didn’t want to make an assumption.
When she pushed up from the bed, his hopes withered into nothing. She was going to tell him to leave. He prepared for the blow, for her to tell him that it wasn’t happening.
Until she stripped the T-shirt over her head, revealing the body he’d been fantasizing about since the first night he’d seen her.
His cock shoved at his pants as she dropped the shirt to the ground. He devoured her with his eyes, afraid to touch her.
Her breathing was erratic and the pulse point in her neck was going crazy. Long, blonde hair cascaded around full breasts he wanted to cup, kiss, stroke. They rose and fell, her pink nipples already hard. Her slender waist flared into full hips and her pussy was covered by a thin scrap of black, lacy material she would soon be losing.
He swallowed hard, met her gaze as he stood. A good man would probably tell her they didn’t need to do anything tonight. She’d been through a hell of a lot in the past few hours and despite what she’d said, he knew he didn’t deserve her.
But it was already too late for that. There was no way he was walking away from her.
He cupped her cheek and realized his hand was trembling. If anyone could fuck him up, it was her. He’d looked down the barrel of a gun before with a certainty he was going to die and hadn’t felt a sliver of the fear he did now.
Well, more than the fear that he’d screw things up—or that she’d eventually walk out on him when she realized she could do better.
Even with all that jumbled in his head, he’d never been so turned on in his life.
He’d never had slow or sweet sex, wasn’t even sure he could. Even with his ex, the one person he’d thought had loved him, it had been rough and hard. He didn’t want that with Dominique.
“Tell me if you don’t like something and we’ll stop. Promise me.” He growled the words, needing to hear her say yes before he completely lost himself in her.
She just gave him a sensual smile and pressed her body to his, standing up on tiptoe to kiss him.
He let go of everything in that moment. He trusted that she’d tell him if they went too far. He covered her mouth with his, cupping her cheek with one hand and gripping her hip in the other. The thin strap of her panties was the only thing between his hand and completely bare skin.
That was going to change now.
Moving quickly, he grasped her ass and lifted her onto the bed. She stretched out on her back, her stomach muscles pulled tight as he crawled over her, caging her in. He was ready to devour every inch of her.
He might not know anything about being with a virgin, but he knew she’d need to be ready for him. Which meant his clothes were staying on until she’d come. He wanted to pleasure her first, to bring her to climax with his mouth before he even got undressed. He’d prove to her that this was about more than just fucking.
“I don’t know where to start,” he murmured, meeting her gaze. “I want to kiss all of you at the same time.”
It must have been the right thing to say because she half-smiled and pushed out a breath as she stroked her hands over his chest. Which was unfortunately still covered.
He wanted to feel her skin to skin but that would happen soon enough. Reaching between their bodies, he barely cupped her covered mound. “Would you like it if I kissed you here?”
Her dark eyes dilated and her cheeks flushed as she made a moaning sound that could have been a yes. That was good enough for him.
Though he wanted to simply bury himself inside her, he forced himself to go slow, to savor this—for both of them. He wanted to work her up to sex, to make sure tonight was all about her.
He was so used to taking charge in the bedroom, to getting exactly what he wanted, that this was virgin territory for him too. With Dominique, she was in control of him even if she didn’t know it.
He covered her mouth again, kissed her until she was arching underneath him, her body plastered to his. He’d never had this before, this slow sweetness of just kissing. He loved the almost shy way her tongue flicked against his even as her fingers dug into his back with force, telling him she wanted him exactly where he was. On top of her.
She was soft and slender beneath him, the complete opposite of him and he loved it.