Never Been Kissed(123)

I should tell him. I should tell him right now.

“I’m a virgin.” I wince at the sound of my voice barely above a whisper. I set my shoulders and give him a glare. “I’m a virgin,” I say, more loudly now.

Frak. The man has turned into a statue while I’m about to burst into flame with my need for him. Say something. Anything. If you stop this, I’m going to claw your eyes out.

His body relaxes, and he comes close to touch his mouth to mine. I don’t understand what just happened.

“Just when I thought I couldn’t love you anymore.”

I snort as my cheeks start to burn. “It’s a piece of skin. Don’t go getting a big head.”

His grin is dark and wicked and promises a whole bunch of things I’m dying to try out. “No, stupid. That you’re giving me this, that you told me when I already guessed at it. That you’re here with me even though I’m sure you’re freaking out if the way your eyebrows are popped high is any indication.”

I groan. Of course he knew. “Well, I was never going to be a spy anyway. Less talking. More doing.”

Hunter pulls in a breath through his nose, kisses me softly, achingly slow so that it feels like it’s travelled to my heart and sews itself there as a memory.

“I’m going to take care of you. Do you believe me?”

I gulp and nod once, twice. I can do this. Fraking sixteen year old little prosti-tots can do it, then so can I, damn it.

I jump when the pads of his fingers skim the exposed flesh of my back through the gaping material of my dress. They travel up, up, up until one hand lands on each shoulder, dragging the back of my dress with it.

Okay, he’s undressing me. C’mon, Sera, move your arms.

I’m sorta naked from the waist up, in just my black bra in front of him. Hunter’s blue eyes go from my face, to my chest, and back again. Ever so slowly, he moves forward and gets his hands behind me, going for the clasp of my bra.

I think I forgot to breathe and now spots are dancing in front of my eyes.

“Breathe, baby. I just want to see you. I’ve been dying to see you for so long.”

I suck in air, and let it out slowly, trying not to shake with my nerves, telling my body to stay fraking still.

Cold air sweeps across my skin, and my nipples tingle. I swallow convulsively, watching his face as he stares at me.

Hunter groans as he drags my bra down one arm, then the other, tossing it to the ground in the direction of his suit jacket. I’m completely bared to him from the waist up. He’s looking at me like I’m some sort of goddess that has fallen on the Earth to make him a happy man.

I want to cover myself, but I check the spasm in my muscles and just let him look.

My body is a raging inferno, and I feel myself dampening my panties even more as he just looks at me with hunger in his eyes. Hunter MacLaine wants me and it’s the most beautiful his face has ever looked.

“You’re going to have to stand for me, Sera.” My hands are in his and he’s pulling me up to stand, right next to his big bed. Letting go of me, he steps closer and pushes the material over my hips and watches as I wiggle until my dress falls to the floor with a small thump. “Fuck. Just look at you.”

Hunter pulls me toward the center of his room with enough floor space all around. I tremble as I feel him make a circle around me, when I’m dying, dying for his touch and to help me to stop over-thinking everything.

I hold my hands in front of me, and keep my gaze trained on the far wall where all his beautiful drawings are plastered to. God, I need him to touch me, to kiss me, to lick me. I need it all, and I can’t wait anymore.

I feel his heat at my back, his hands coming to rest at my hips. I can feel his pants and shirt on my exposed skin, rasping against the nerves that I feel in my sex. Oh, God. I want to rub myself all over him like a kitten, but the hard grip he has on my hips won’t let me move. I can’t help my moan.

“What’s this?” One of Hunter’s hands skims over the generous globes of my ass, sweeping right over the material of my Loki panties.

Oh, oh, fuck. My Loki panties. The ones that say: ‘Kneel before me’. Oh, no. Oh, yes!

I clear my throat, but my voice still comes out in a squeak. “My nerdy underwear.”

I’m spun around, try to get my bearings before the world disappeared in a blur. Facing Hunter now, I clutch his biceps over his dress shirt, and stare at the S on his chest. I bite my lip to keep from moaning again. I can’t help the way my nipples tighten into hard points are the way I ache for him.

I’m backed up into the bed, the mattress hitting the backs of my thighs. I lose my breath when Hunter kneels in front of me, the image seared into my brain until the day I die.