The Virgin Intern(8)

“It’s not real. Not true, I mean. You have no reason to think about me.”

Our faces are still close, and his cheek presses against mine as his lips brush my ear. “I promise that when I am with you I will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. And I want you.”

His words make me shiver. He takes a step back and peels his T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside. I let myself look at him. Like he said, it’s not a crime. His body reminds me of a surfer’s, long and lean with unexpected muscles and definition, all leading my eyes down to his belt. His face is all mischief as he moves back toward me. “Now that you’ve finally seen me without a shirt on, don’t you want to see the rest of me?”

The familiar feeling of my blush hits, and I don’t have time to answer because he kisses me. His lips aren’t on my mouth by next to it, barely a press against my skin. The sensation travels across me and leaves goosebumps in its wake.

“Naomi, tell me if you want me to stop.”

I swallow, find my voice. “No. Don’t stop.”

“Tell me what you want.” He pulls back to look into my eyes, and I am stunned by his gaze. His eyes are so blue, and I can see the earnestness pouring out of them.

I’ve never been here before. I don’t know what to say, only that this is everything. I swallow again. “I want you.”

It’s soft, barely audible, but a smile slowly spreads across his face, and then his mouth is on me again. He moves along my jaw to below my ear, and I can hear him whisper, “I’ve wanted to taste your skin since that first day.”

He traces down the line of my neck, sucking gently on my skin, and I gasp. I can feel myself trembling every time his mouth touches me, trying not to move, not to break the moment. This is everything I wanted, and I don’t want it to disappear. His hands are on my waist, pulling me closer as his mouth dips lower to the hollow of my breasts. I can feel myself getting wet, and I close my eyes, letting myself feel every last thing. First his lips touch my skin, then his tongue, moving upward, drawing a line of fire from between my breasts and back to my neck. “I told you I’d find something to clean you with, and I want to lick every inch of you.”

“Yes,” I say. I want that. I want him everywhere. My hands are exploring his body now, tentatively feeling the edges of his ribs through skin and the flexing muscles of his back. I love the feeling of his skin, and I want more. I move to unbutton my shirt, but my hands are shaking so much—both adrenaline and nerves—that I can’t seem to do it. He can feel my struggling, and he reaches between us for my hands, instead winding them around his neck.

Then he kisses me, and it’s real this time.

Oh my god what have I been missing. My heart leaps into a faster beat, and tingles spread all the way to my toes. His lips are just as soft as I imagined them, and his tongue traces the outside of my lips. I open my mouth to him, and the way we tangle together sends heat through me. But the rhythm is off somehow, and we’re not exactly in sync. Like we’re a song and there’s one note out of tune. He breaks away with a laugh, smiling at me. “Baby, you’re as nervous as a virgin.”

I freeze. This is it. This is the moment where it all disappears.

Andrew feels my sudden tension and stops smiling. “Are you alright?”

I press my lips together, nodding.

“I just said you were nervous,” he says, running his hand through my hair. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“You said ‘nervous as a virgin.’” I look away and say, “Well…”

This time I feel him tense, and I look back to see it sinking into his face. “You are a virgin.”





Chapter 4




I place my hands on Andrew’s chest, and gently push him away. Now that he knows, he’ll stop. It’s happened before.

Stepping around him, I move toward the bathroom so I can splash water on my burning face. But Andrew catches my hand, pulls me back so we’re chest to chest again.

“You’re a virgin,” he says it softly, almost in awe.

“Yes.”

I try to move again and he stops me. “Where are you going?”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t matter, now that you know.”

I feel his fingers tighten on my arms, and slowly he pulls me against him until my entire body is touching his. I can feel how hard he is through his pants, and I know that’s exactly what he wants me to feel. “Why would you think being a virgin would make me want you less?”

“Nobody wants someone who doesn’t have a clue what they’re doing.”