“This what you want?” He pulled my hands to his chest and it took all my strength not to ogle longer. He lowered himself to my ear and nibbled on it. “Now it’s my turn.”

“Oh dear God,” escaped my lips in a pant.

A vicious, low laugh rumbled from his throat. “I love this side of you, but tell me...what does more mean exactly?”

I was hot. Everywhere. I managed to find my voice despite how mousy it sounded. “More, fuck.” I couldn’t concentrate. “It means I want...to have sex with you.”

There it was. Out in the open. My V card his for the taking.

He nuzzled into my neck, trailing soft kisses from my ear to where my hoodie prevented him from going any farther. “Show me.”

I shakily snaked my hands to pull my hoodie off. I was bare in a small bralette he’d seen earlier. No big deal, right? We were both bare-ish on top.

A delicate bite to my neck forced an arch in my back while my entire body tingled. “Brent,” I gasped.

“Blondie,” he replied. His voice was full of merriment. With his mouth on my skin, I was set on fire.

This was nothing like touching myself, or anything my imagination could conjure. He was down to my belly, gripping my sides with just enough force to hold me in place. The tingling from his touches had my body begging for more, reaching out each time he pulled away.

Then he was gone. I looked up to see him undoing his belt. My eyes went wide. Oh, shit, he was taking his pants off.

Do I take off mine too? What are the rules of engagement?

“Cold feet?” he asked, stepping out of his pants that dropped to the floor. He was in nothing but his boxers and I was sitting there like a true lost virgin.

Scratch that. In his boxers with a very apparent boner.

I stuttered. “I, uh, do I take mine off too?”

He broke into a full, gorgeous smile as he let out a snort. “Fuck, you are so cute,” he said shaking his head, pushing me back onto the bed. His mouth crashed into mine in full passion.

Radiating. I was radiating. Our mouths moved in sloppy, hungry kisses as I desperately pulled his body into mine. “Here,” he breathed into my mouth. “Let me help you.”

Wiggling around, he gently pulled my sweats off while I let out an excited giggle. He flipped me over, so I was on top of him this time, grabbing at the back of my neck to pull me back to his mouth. He was starved for my mouth and I was fully straddling him. Just two small pieces of fabric between us...