Page 34 of The P*ssy Next Door
I needed to be more careful about what this would mean to him. If this truly was his first time, it ought to be a little more special than a door banger. The least we could do is make it to a bed.
He stroked his hand up the back of my thigh and I'd never been happier that I'd pulled out my sundresses from Vietnam for this trip to Florida. Bed, schmed, maybe we'd find it later.
I reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it to pull it up over his head. He snagged it with his free hand and yanked on it so hard the buttons went flying. He tossed the whole thing over his shoulder, fast enough that I took only one breath before our mouths were seeking and searching for each other again.
His bare chest under my hands was more magical than any damn superpowers anyway, and I wanted more of him. I grabbed for his belt, and there was something about hearing a buckle slide free and a zipper go down that made me weak in the knees.
I'd been denying myself the touch, feel, and everything else about this man for so long that now I was practically in a frenzy to finally get to be with him. It was going to be really hard to slow down if he wasn't actually ready to have sex with me. I should check in with him on that... and I would... in a minute.
With his pants slug low across his hips, I arched my back into him, and couldn't help the little whimper that escaped as my lower belly rubbed across his boxer-covered erection. Hayes paused and broke the frantic kiss. “Willa, we don't have to do anything more than this. We don't have to do something you're not absolutely sure you want to do.”
I pressed my lips together to keep from snort-laughing. “I was just going to... I think I'm the one who is supposed to be saying that to you.”
“If you're worried I won't be able to,” he bit one side of his lip, “please you in bed, I assure you, I have been studying.”
First of all, I was dying at how cute he was talking about pleasing me in bed. Who talks like that? Hayes Kingman is who. And also... he'd been studying? Had he been born with all these green flags or was he simply raised this way? “By studying, do you mean watching porn?”
He grinned and shrugged. “Some. There are some very educational things on the internet.”
“You adorable horndog.” I was looking forward to him showing me what he'd learned. “But you know I meant because you, you're, you...” How did I put this so I didn't embarrass him? I knew full well that a man's sexual prowess was a point of pride, and I didn't want to wound his right before he got to show me all that prowess.
“Because I haven't done this before?” He nibbled his way from a sensitive spot on my throat up to my ear.
“Aren't you, like, saving yourself for the right girl or something?” I didn't want to admit it, even to myself, but I did not feel like the right girl for him at all. In fact, I was quite sure I was the wrong one.
Hayes laughed at me this time. “Virginity is a social construct, babe. I don't give a damn about that.”
He didn't? “You don't?”
But...
He pulled me down the hall toward the main part of the room, where there was a desk, a couch, a TV, and the bed. “No. That is not why I haven't had sex.”
Huh. Why did I think he'd said that? Had I made it up in my mind? Because there had to be a good reason why a hottie like Hayes wasn't getting laid left and right. “It's not for religious reasons, is it?”
“Not even close.” He turned us so the back of my knees bumped against the bed.
“Old-fashioned values?” I doubted we'd be in this situation if he was a fan of Victorian or even Old West morays. “Because you should know this doesn't mean we're getting married in the morning.”
He laughed again. “Nope. That's not it either. Willa? Are you stalling? Because I meant it when I said we don't have to do anything. We can lay here and watch a movie if you want. I might need a cold shower first, but sweetheart, I only want to do whatever you're comfortable with. I mean it.”
I made the mistake of glancing at the enormous king-sized bed, and with that one look, I knew I was going to look like a huge dork even trying to climb up on this thing. The mattress was almost up to my waist. This hotel definitely catered to giant football players and not short teacher-barista-cat ladies.
Wait, was I stalling? Nooo. Yes? Maybe.
“If it's not any of those...”
Before I even had a chance to either finish my sentence or look like a roly-poly princess trying to avoid a pea, Hayes grabbed me by the hips and literally tossed me onto the center of the mattress. I squealed like a little girl until he and all those naked, rippling muscles climbed up with me and crawled over me. Then I squealed on the inside like a full-grown woman about to get laid by one of the hottest men on the planet.
“Willa?” He looked down into my eyes, and if I wasn't already on the bed, I'd have fallen down. Or fallen in love.
“Yes?” That came out more of a squeak than the sex kitten whisper I'd meant it to be. I couldn't be in love with this man. It wasn't fair to either of us.
He licked his lips and all I could do was stare. “Can we save the questions for later?”
“Uh-huh.” I'd never ask him another question again if he'd just kiss me and not stop.
He blinked really slowly and let out a soft sigh. And... oh my heart, he was nervous. “Good.”