“Tell me about him,” I say thickly.

She shakes her head and blinks her eyes open again, her gaze glittering. “Not yet.”

“Don’t I need to know anything about him to continue this…charade?”

“Is it a charade?” She juts her chin up at me. Do you want me?

I lower my mouth again to hover just above her sweet, soft lips. “No,” I murmur. “It’s not. That was poor choice of language. There’s nothing pretend about this chemistry between us.”

She sucks in a breath. “Jacob…”

“Yes?”

“I need to tell you something.”

“Anything.” I brush my mouth against hers, knowing I should tuck her in and go take a shower. Leave her the fuck alone, if only for the night.

“There hasn’t been anyone else.” She pushes her blankets all the way down and moves her soft, PJ-clad body against me. “Fictional Jake…he was my first serious boyfriend.”

I go granite hard against her in an instant. My cock throbs, yes—fuck—but the rest of me is rigid for another reason. “You’re a virgin?”

Her breasts lift as she inhales shakily, brushing against my body. “Yes.”

“Sienna…”

“Please, Jake, don’t tell me no…”

“Fuck, no, I don’t want to say no, but…” Jesus. And I threatened to spank her. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought you were being a seductive brat on purpose?”

“Maybe I was.”

“Maybe you’re a virgin who doesn’t know when she’s playing with fire.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be a virgin any longer, did you think about that?”

I catch her wrists and stretch her arms up over her head, pinning her to the bed. “It’s all I can think about right now, I promise you.”

“Please…”

Her soft voice is a siren song.

Begging me.

Breaking me.

I crush her under my weight. If we were naked, I’d been deep inside her, bare without a single thought for protection.

She gasps, her cotton-clad limbs wrapping around me as I wedge my hips between her thighs.

“You need more than a goodnight kiss, don’t you?” My cock throbs to be released, to give her everything.

“Please please please.”

She’s so fucking innocent, does she even know what she’s asking for? “I know, baby.”

“Not a baby.” Three pouty words that make me want to claw my way out of my clothes and into her body.

“It just slipped out, and I didn’t mean it like that.” My voice sounds nothing like me. Husky and rough. I roll my hips, driving my cock against her soft centre.

“How did you mean it?” Her breath hitches and her thighs tighten around my hips.