“I know what it is you want, but you’re going to have to wait for it.”

He flicked his tongue back and forth, building her orgasm but never quite letting her reach the tip. Her pussy was getting wetter as he did this.

Using his fingers, he pushed two inside her, feeling her tighten around him as he worked at her clit.

When he could add a third finger, he knew she was ready for more. Preacher would never forget the sound of her first orgasm, or the feel as her cunt squeezed his fingers, not letting go.

She didn’t hold back from him, tightening even more.

Hungry for more.

He plunged her into a second orgasm, and after this one, he moved her up the bed. He gripped his cock, running the tip between her creamy slit about to plunge inside when he stopped.

“Fuck, I need a rubber.”

“I’m clean,” she said. “And I’m on the pill. I’ve been taking it since the accident. Randall gave it to me, and I’ve been taking it, just in case.”

“You’re sure? I will get a rubber.”

“You’re not seeing other women, are you? You’re clean? You won’t hurt me.”

“Fuck no, I won’t hurt you.”

“Then I don’t want anything between us. I know it’s stupid and I should demand you wear one, but I don’t … I don’t want to be like anyone else you’ve been with. I’d like you to trust me.”

“I do.”

She cupped his face, kissing him. “Then take me, Preacher. Make me yours, only yours.”

Only his.

He’d never had a woman in all of his life to call his own.

Staring down into her dark brown eyes, he was struck. This eighteen-year-old woman—and she was a woman, not a girl anymore; she’d been through way too much to simply be a girl—was the first to offer herself up without any reason to. She didn’t want a place within the club or to be in one secret pact joke with her friends.

Robin wanted him because she did, nothing else. No added reasons, just simple want.

He’d never given himself to a woman before, never wanted to, but staring down at her, oh, he wanted, a great deal.

Dropping his lips down to hers, he silenced all protest, not that she’d be saying any. Reaching between his thighs, he gripped his hard dick, pressing against her entrance.

Nothing between them.

Nothing holding him back.

Slowly, inch by inch, he sank into her tight, sweet pussy.

He broke the kiss long enough to look into her eyes, and to watch her.

“Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” He didn’t know if he’d have the strength to, but he’d try for her.

You’d do anything for her.