Lifting me up until my feet left the ground, Rathe broke the kiss. “Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded. Then he pulled me up until my legs clung to his waist, locking my ankles at his back. His mouth was back on mine. I felt heady with excitement as he kissed me senseless.

Rathe’s warm hard hands slid beneath the soft cotton of my worn tee shirt. I shivered with anticipation as he moved over my heated skin until both of his large palms covered my bare breasts. I moaned into his mouth, and he moved his head back, breaking the kiss, his eyes locking with mine. Both of us were breathing heavily as we just stared at one another for a moment.

A deep sound rumbled in his chest before he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. “Where’s your bed here?” he asked me. He was already walking toward the two doors behind me. I held onto his shoulders as he carried me, still wrapped around him. “The one to the left,” I said breathless with excitement.

He opened the cracked door with a gentle kick, and we were inside the darkness of the room. The full moon beamed like a spotlight on the bed as if it had been ready for this and was setting the mood. Rathe put me down on the bed, then immediately took his shirt off by unbuttoning only the top three buttons and pulling it over his head, not bothering with the rest of them. The sight of his bare chest filled me with euphoria.

I watched as his hands moved to his jeans, and although he wasn’t going slow, it felt like my own personal erotic strip tease. My desire for him was building, second by second, as he stepped out of his jeans. I had only a moment to take in the size of him. That was more than I expected. Rathe reached out taking my hand and pulling me up from the bed before I could decide if it would fit or kill me.

As his hands moved to my shorts and began slowly lowering them down my hips, I felt my entire body flush. I’d never stood naked in front of a man. That one time with Cody had been in the dark and clumsy, and we hadn’t even gotten all our clothing off.

My shorts dropped to the floor once he got them past my hips, and I stepped out of them, then moved them aside with my foot. I still had on black lace and silk panties. Rathe didn’t take his hands from my waist, but he took a step back and stared down at me. I wished I was more experienced at this. At least the darkness hid my blushing. Or I hoped it did.