As his lips brushed hers, she knew deep down, she was making the right decision. At first, he didn’t do anything. His lips were next to hers, and suddenly, one of his hands was at her hip, and the other sinking into her hair, holding her close.

The kiss turned from cold to passionate within a heartbeat.

She moaned his name, but it didn’t get a chance to be expelled into the air as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

Closing her eyes, she wasn’t afraid, or nervous. This was what she wanted. His touch was everything to her.

She ran her hands down his arms, and back up again.

Just as suddenly as the kiss deepened, Preacher stopped.

“I don’t want to scare you.”

“You’re not.”

“Robin, you don’t know what you want.”

“Are you afraid? Is that why you’re fighting this? I know I want you. I’m not fighting it. I’ve only ever been with you, Preacher, and you’re the one I want.” She stroked a finger down his chest, resting her palm flat against his heart. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I think you know I do.”

“Do you know I’ve never even had an orgasm? Our time together was our first and only time.” She looked him in the eye and smiled. “I want all of my firsts, to be with you.”

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

The good guy would send her away.

The good guy wouldn’t take her hand, leading her upstairs to his bedroom.

The good guy would make sure she was only with his son.

It was a good thing that Preacher wasn’t a good guy.

He hadn’t been with a woman since the night of his son’s party. The only woman he’d been wanting was this one right here, the one who’d just confessed how much she wanted him, and damn it, if it didn’t turn him on.

Once inside his bedroom, he closed the door and moved up close to her.

Cupping the back of her neck, he tilted her head back, kissing those full, plump lips that had been driving him insane for a while now. He’d been imagining the feel of them.

The vague memory he had of that one night wasn’t a good experience, but he intended to wipe the slate clean.

Robin didn’t have to think of those moments, or worry about them. They were over. He’d show her what it was really supposed to be like.

While distracting her with his lips, he pushed her jacket off her body, sliding it down until it hit the floor.

Breaking from the kiss, he licked down to her neck, sucking over the pressure point of her pulse.