Page 7 of Nothing At All

“I haven’t . . .” He puffed out a breath, then sat up straighter behind the wheel. “I’m a virgin.”

I blinked, surprise shivering through me. “Oh.”

A visible cringe worked over him, and he stared straight ahead, now gripping the steering wheel with both hands. “I get it if it’s a dealbreaker.”

Affection surged through me, and I squeezed his shoulder. “Definitely not a dealbreaker.”

Unexpected maybe, but not a dealbreaker. I eyed his sharp jawline, intrigued that no woman had really had him . . . and he was choosing me.

He darted a glance at me. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I shifted to kneel on the seat and leaned toward him, turning his face to mine so I could brush a kiss over his mouth. “Let’s go inside.”

What followed in my bed had been intense, a little awkward, a lot sweet.

Very much like Dan himself.

So the fact he’d been reading and wanted to get it right with me? That didn’t surprise me at all.

My lips parted, my gaze clinging to his. “Show me.”

The tension in his stance deflated into boyish eagerness. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” I pushed off the table and wrapped both hands around his biceps, tugging him toward the hallway and my bedroom. “Let’s go, big guy.”

“I want this to be good for you, Lila.” In the bedroom, he paused, rubbing a hand over his short brown hair. “I know I’m not–”

“Dan.” I interrupted that loop really fast, lifting my hands to unbutton my blouse. “We’re good together.”

“Well, I know it’s good for me.” He toed out of his shoes and stripped his t-shirt and sweatshirt over his head together. I let my gaze dip over his torso, the defined pecs, the ridges of his abs. That time he spent in the gym showed, and I wanted to touch him all over. “But I’m a guy and–”

“I’ll tell you if something’s not good.” Shrugging out of my blouse, I let it fall to the floor and stepped closer, tucking my fingers into his belt and drawing myself nearer. “I promise.”

“Okay,” he breathed, hot palms settling on the bare skin above my waistband.

“Okay.” Smiling, I tiptoed up and brushed my lips over his. “Now show me what you’ve been reading about.”

An arm banded about my waist, he lifted me against him and covered the space to the bed in a few long strides. With urgent gentleness, he lowered me to the mattress and came down over me, straddling my thighs while he worked the button on my jeans free. Hooking his long fingers in the waistband, he tugged the snug fabric down, and I lifted my hips, clearing the way for him to strip them away.

They hit the hardwood with a quiet whisper. With reverence shining in his dark blue eyes, he traced his gaze from my face to my chest, down my belly to the little black panties I’d worn just for him. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss over my heart, then trailed his lips over my stomach. Fingertips brushed the top edge of my panties.

“All right if I take these off?” he whispered above my navel. Anticipation fluttered under his lips.

“Please.” My voice emerged hoarse, choked with burgeoning desire. Between my legs, I felt swollen, achy and pouty. If he touched me, surely I’d be wet. I tunneled my fingers through his short hair. “What have you been reading about, Dan?”

“How to please you.” He smoothed my panties down my thighs, over my knees and tugged them free, tossing them behind him. My breath caught. Bracketing my hips, he rubbed his hair against my skin and kissed lower on my belly. The ache between my thighs spread, pulsing, and anticipation gathered in my throat. He kissed the crease atop my thigh and nuzzled the curls. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” My breathy affirmation hovered between us.

His thumb traced the barest of touches over the flesh between my thighs. “You’re wet.”

At his hushed growl, I closed my eyes, digging my nails into the sheets. The pad of his thumb danced over my clit, followed by the gentlest swipe of his tongue. Sensation bloomed, pressure building low in my belly. “Oh.”

He paused, a breath rushing over me. “That okay?”

“It’s good.” My stomach trembled. “Dan, please.”

Another soft stroke of his thumb, followed by the slow circling of his tongue. I tilted my hips, chasing the sensation, wanting more. He breathed over me once more. I clenched smooth cotton. Shifting, he moved my thighs wider with his shoulders and then opened me with his thumbs, feathering caresses over the sensitive skin there. Another maddening swirl of his tongue, followed by another and another.