It was my last-ditch effort and although I felt the blush rising over my whole body, I had to try. I knew he was about to walk away, to tell me this wasn’t right. I was his friend’s baby sister and I’d been the good girl all my life.
Still, we’d ended up here, and his eyes appeared hungry.
Or maybe I was imagining it.
“Jesus.” His voice was strained as his eyes stayed glued to my body. “I’m not going to forget how that feels for a very long time, Lilah.”
“Oh, God.” That sounded like he was going to leave. I’d rehearsed what I’d do if he let me down easy, but being open to him made it worse. We’d already started. He was basically turning down a virgin, which meant my good-girl personality really had made me that inaccessible. I shut my eyes and tried to will away the look on his face that I was sure would be full of pity. “This is going to be even more embarrassing to remember if you don’t just go now.” I tried to scoot away and grabbed for the sheet, but he ripped it from my hands.
“Go?” he growled. Then his eyes narrowed as he cranked his neck to the side like he was preparing for something huge. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re starting over.”
“What?” I tried to scramble up the bed, but his hand shot out and gripped my thigh. Then his other big hand was holding my opposite thigh down, leaving my slit open to him. His hands were so close to me that I hissed at the contact, knowing that I was getting wetter and wetter.
“I’m going to make you come this way first, Delilah. I should have slowed way down before. Shit, I was excited.” He licked his lips as his eyes roved over me. “I’ve been deployed for three months, and it’s not every day the girl of some of my hottest fantasies sticks her hands down my pants.”
His hands started kneading my thighs as I lifted a brow and whispered, “Fantasies? About me?”
“Last time I was home, you wanted a ride to school, and the whole damn time, you chewed your lip while your sister asked me about my time overseas.”
I rolled my eyes. I remembered that conversation. Izzy was always bolder than me and had shamelessly flirted by asking him if he was getting tail.
“And you got that look in your eye—the one you have now—like you were jealous and ready to do it better than anyone I’d ever been with. Were you?”
I lifted my chin. “You know I like to be the best at everything. I was valedictorian for a reason. And, honestly, I have a jealous streak a mile long from hearing all the stories about the women you’ve been with.”
His head lowered, and I felt the graze of his stubble on my inner thigh. “It was never a competition between you and other women, Lilah. You know that, right?”
“What do you mean?” I whispered, my heart starting to race.
“Half of this year has been me trying to stop picturing you every time I jack off, and I was on the verge of avoiding all family parties so I didn’t have to see how hot you look every time I show up. I swear you imagine fucking me every time you look at me too, little girl. Do you? Tell me I’m not crazy.”
I raked my teeth over my lips, thinking this had to be a dream. It was everything I’d ever wanted to hear. I panted out, “You’re not crazy. I was always thinking of what you and I would feel like together.”
His hand inched up my thigh, closer and closer to my center. His thumb skimmed close to my slit, and he rubbed up and down right next to it. It was delicious torture, purely evil foreplay, and he knew it. He smiled at me and whispered, “Were you imagining me sliding my cock into this pretty pink pussy, Lamb?”
“Jesus, you can’t call me that anymore. I’m not so innocent now.”
“You still are. You always will be to me. You want me to own your virginity because you know it’s not just about getting rid of it, huh?”
I gripped the bedding, trying not to grind my mound into the hand that was so close to getting me off. “I … I … Dante, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Your first time isn’t about you getting rid of your v-card with me, Lilah. It’s about you remembering every second of it.” One finger slid inside me fast, and his thumb hit my clit at the same exact time. I nearly bucked off the bed as I gasped. “Excited tonight, aren’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, picturing my hand getting coated in how wet you are, rubbing this perfect clit just right.”
He said everything as slow as he moved his thumb and finger. Agonizingly slow, with the exact amount of pressure that made me want to beg. “Dante, please. Oh God, please.”