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"Come for me," I demand. "Come all over my face like a good little girl."
She does, her body quivering and her pussy clamping down on my finger like a vise. I groan, sucking her clit, and riding the waves of her pleasure with her, savoring the way her walls flutter.
"That's my good girl," I praise her, and she moans, her head falling to the side. I kiss my way up her body until I can gently slant my lips over hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She's so soft and sleepy in my arms, still quivering.
“Derrick, that was…” Alina can’t find the words, so she arches up to kiss me instead, telling me with her body what she can’t figure out how to express.
“I know, angel,” I murmur against her lips. Damn, I never want to leave this moment. I just want to stay with her.
It kills me, but I fucking can't. No reason to tell her that right now, though.
Alina is completely wrung out, and I know it. Between the stress, the release of it, and everything else, I know that the exhaustion is catching up to her. She's already half asleep, and when I gently tug the blankets over her naked body and wrap her in my arms, I'm not surprised when her head falls onto the pillow and she's asleep in seconds.
I planned on taking her tonight, but it's obvious that she needs the rest more, and I can't deny her a single thing. Not after that.
And not after her admission.
A virgin.
Just the thought of it has my blood boiling, but this time, not in anger, but in pure, primal, lust. I'm still rock hard, but I don't move, holding Alina tight as she sleeps—at least for a little while.
Finally, when I'm sure she's not going to wake up, I slip out of bed and down the stairs in the dark. As silently as possible, I open the door, locking it behind me. In minutes, I'm on the road headed home. I know I'm an asshole, but I couldn't stay. Not yet. Not until she really knows who I am, and is sure she's ready to belong to me fully.
I'm going to be back. My angel is going to be mine.
She just doesn't know it yet.
5
ALINA
The morning sun wakes me, and for a minute, I think it's a dream. Then, the ache between my legs and the memory of his mouth between them has me blushing as red as a tomato. It's not a dream. Not even close.
Derrick was there, watching over me, and then he was here, in my house, and then … in my bedroom.
Oh God. He saw me naked. He made me come. And then, he disappeared.
Stumbling out of bed, I walk to the kitchen to make some coffee as all the details start to come back to me. The movie, the drinks afterward, Andrew trying to force a kiss on me, and of course Derrick.
Derrick.
Why did he leave? Was I too weird about the whole virginity thing, or was it the way that he got me off without me reciprocating?
I've been so stupid, thinking that maybe, just maybe, there was something between us. A connection. But it was all in my head. Derrick clearly came over to finish what we started, but that was it. He wasn't here to cuddle or have breakfast together.
He wasn't even here when I woke up.
"Stupid."
I pour myself a cup of coffee, and the scent of the cream and sugar I always add makes me wince. It reminds me of Sage and Salt. Why did he take me there? What is his connection to the store?
The smell of him, the feel of him as he held me, comes back to me, and I find a small smile playing on my lips. Even if Derrick doesn't want me, at least I had that night. That moment of perfect bliss and the most incredible pleasure I've ever felt in my life.
I don't regret it. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.
I turn, ready to go sit on the couch and binge Netflix for a while, when the doorbell rings. It's early, and I'm still in my pajamas. The last thing I need right now is someone to see me like this. But what if it's an important delivery for Dad?
Reluctantly, I go to answer the door and find a delivery man on the other side, an enormous bouquet in his arms.
