“Me too.” He grabs hold of me, making me squeal as he basically tosses me on the bed. I land with my back on the mattress, breathless when he hovers above me, his face in mine, his gaze locking on my lips.
“Is this your idea of room service?”
He laughs. “Did you just make a dirty joke?”
That wasn’t my intention but…
“I guess so.”
Dipping his head, he delivers a drugging kiss upon my lips. One full of plenty of heat and tongue, accompanied by those low murmuring sounds he makes, as if he can’t get enough.
Can’t get enough of me.
His hand slips beneath my sweater and I don’t push him away. I lean into his touch, wishing he’d take it further.
I want to feel his hands all over me.
We kiss for I don’t know how long, until my mouth starts to ache and my chest feels tight. I can feel him as he slowly grinds his hips against mine and my body responds, that slow, throbbing ache between my legs making me restless.
He grabs hold of my hands, interlocking our fingers before he holds them above my head. When he breaks away from my still seeking lips, I lie there trying to catch my breath as he studies my face, his eyes dark.
“If I had my way, we’d never leave this cabin for the entire weekend,” he murmurs.
“We’d eventually have to eat,” I remind him.
“There’s room service.”
“I thought I was your room service.” I smile.
So does he.
“I want to see the Christmas stuff,” I admit. “You said the town was cute.”
“From what I could tell, it’s straight out of a Hallmark movie,” he says.
I frown. “What do you know about Hallmark movies?”
“I have a mother. And a sister. I’ve seen a few in my lifetime,” Crew admits, somewhat grudgingly.
I suddenly have a great idea. “We should watch some this weekend,” I suggest.
“The only thing I want to watch is you.” He nuzzles my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “We should take a bath. That tub will fit the both of us.”
My earlier fantasy flares to life, but is quickly doused by a serious case of nerves. “I don’t know about that.”
He lifts away from my neck, so he can look at me. “What if I feed you first.”
I’m tempted.
“Then give you an orgasm or two.” He grins.
I blush. “Crew…”
“I should’ve brought Blow Pops.” He thrusts against me again, nice and slow, and I close my eyes, breathing deep when I feel his fingers tighten around my wrists. As if he wants to keep me captive.
“Surely you’re more creative than that,” I tease.
He pauses for so long that I open my eyes, worried I said the wrong thing.
“You want me to be more creative?” His brows shoot up. The devilish expression on his face is almost scary.
Almost.
But not quite.
“I don’t want to scare you, Birdy,” he continues. “But if I had my way, I’d strip you naked. Then I’d take one of those ribbons you’re always wearing in your hair and tie your wrists together.”
He squeezes them for emphasis.
My entire body flushes at the image he’s putting in my head. I love it when he tells me what he wants to do to me. “Then what?”
And I think he knows it too.
“I’d kiss you everywhere. Make you come with my fingers. Then my mouth.” He kisses me, his tongue searching. “What do you want to do to me?”
I don’t know if I can say the words out loud.
“I can tell you what I want.”
“Tell me,” I murmur.
“I want you to make me come with your fingers. Then your mouth.” He basically repeats what he just told me, and my panties flood with moisture at the thought. But…
“I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done anything before,” I admit, hating how closely he’s watching me. If I had my choice, I’d run and hide after such a confession.
“I can show you.”
“You want to show me?” My voice comes out squeaky, and I close my eyes.
The humiliation is almost too much to bear.
“I will show you whatever you want,” he says, his voice rich with promise.
“Will you get undressed for me?” The words are out before I can stop them.
His smile is faint. “Is that what you want?”
I nod. I’m in this far, and once I see him naked…
There is no going back.
CREW
My sweet littleinnocent Birdy is adorable.
Adorably sexy.
Completely teachable.
Utterly fuckable.
I can mold her into everything I could ever want, and it’s tempting, so fucking tempting, to completely corrupt her and take her virginity tonight. It wouldn’t take much. She’s so damn responsive, I know I could do it.
But I want to take this slow. I want to make it good for her. And while I’ve done nothing but that the last couple of moments we’ve shared, my sexual frustration is through the roof. I’ve never had such a raging case of blue balls in my life.
I need relief.
I can’t be too demanding though. She’ll cut and run, and I can’t have that. I need her to want me, to want to do this with me. Despite my stance on relationships and never committing myself to just one girl, I’m starting to care about her.
And I want Wren to care about me too.
From the glow I see currently in her gaze, she’s hot and bothered. Needy. She likes how I’m holding her captive, my fingers circling her wrists. Her arms above her head make her thrust her chest out and I’m dying to see those tits again. They’re perfect.
Everything about her is perfect.
I remember what my brother said. How I shouldn’t let myself get tied down by a girl. It’s not the first time he’s said something like that, and most likely won’t be the last either. I know he’s right. I’m only eighteen.
But this girl…
I’m addicted.
I can’t get enough.
I release my hold on her and roll off the bed, standing next to it. She scrambles into position, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, her gaze never leaving mine.
“You want me to strip?” I sound amused because hell, I am amused. Everything Wren does tends to surprise me.
And I like it.
She nods. “Yeah. I do.”
I reach for the front of my shirt and start unbuttoning it, undoing each one slowly, revealing the white T-shirt I’ve got on underneath. She watches me with her hungry gaze, focused on my chest, and when I shrug out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor, she releases a soft sigh.
A chuckle leaves me. “I haven’t even shown any skin yet.”
“Your arms.” She waves a hand at me. “I really like them.”
“You just say whatever’s on your mind, don’t you?”
“Only with you,” she admits, her cheeks turning pink.
“I like it, Birdy.” I grab the neck of my T-shirt from behind and yank it off in one smooth move. “You should join me.”
“Join you how?”
“You strip too.”
“Oh.” She glances down at herself. “I don’t know. I’m self-conscious.”
“And you don’t think I am?” Well, I’m really not. The appreciation I see in Wren’s eyes is a total ego boost for one. Everyone needs a girl like Wren staring at you as if she thinks you’re a god.
“No, I don’t. Look at you.” Her gaze slides over my pecs, down to my stomach.
My cock twitches almost painfully against the front of my jeans.
“Look at you,” I return, my voice low. “You’re sexy as fuck with your innocent words and fuck-me eyes.”
She blinks. “What do you mean?”
“You stare at me like you want to fuck me.” I reach for the front of my jeans, undoing one button. Then the next. And the next one after that, relieving the pressure off my dick.
Her gaze tracks my every movement. “I don’t mean to look like that.”
“It’s okay to admit you want to fuck me, Wren.” I undo the last button, letting my fly hang open, revealing the top of my black boxer briefs. “I want to fuck you.”
“You do?” She sounds surprised.
Laughter bursts out of me. “Of course, I do.”
Her smile is small. “You want me to strip with you?”
“If you want.” I keep my tone casual, so I don’t seem too anxious.
She sits up straighter, shedding her sweater and letting it fall to the floor. She’s wearing the bra she had on a couple of nights ago. The one that barely restrains her perfect tits that I can’t help but stare at.
“This isn’t so bad,” she admits, sinking her teeth in her lower lip. “I like the way you’re looking at me.”
“And I like the way you’re looking at me.” I keep my distance, trying to pace this right, when all I really want to do is jump her.
Nervous laughter leaves her. “We’re being a little ridiculous.”
“Just having fun.” I shrug.
“Is that what sex is to you? Fun?”
I can’t describe any of my previous sexual experiences as fun. I was always just looking to get off, and to make sure she got off too. No savoring or lingering necessary.
“Not really.”
“Oh.” She rubs her fingers in between the valley of her breasts, seemingly lost in thought. “I’ve always taken it so seriously. Sex.”
“I know. You’ve got a ring on your finger to prove that.” I nod toward her left hand.
Wren glances down at the diamond ring her father gave her, twisting it around and around her finger before she slowly starts to pull it off. “This has felt like a burden lately. A reminder of what I shouldn’t do.”
“If you don’t want to—” I start, but she shakes her head, cutting me off.
“No. I want to. I do.” She climbs off the bed, dropping the ring onto the nightstand before she slowly approaches me.
Toeing off my boots, I wait for her, my breath stuck in my throat, my gaze pinging everywhere, too many pretty places to look at once. Her smooth, creamy skin. Her tits straining against the lace. The dip of her waist, the flare of her hips in those jeans. She kicked off her boots when we first entered the cabin and she seems shorter than usual. Smaller.
The need to protect her is fierce. Piercing my steely heart and filling me with all sorts of unfamiliar urges. I want to haul her into my arms and never let her go. Protect her from every other asshole out there who wants to steal her from me. Because if they knew, if they knew just how sweet she is, how sexy, they’d all want her.