Page 38 of The Draft

There was no backing out now.

Not that I wanted to.

I couldn’t wait to feel him, but wow. It almost felt like there should be a marching band ready to celebrate.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

I nodded and took a sharp breath the minute he pushed in ever so slightly. I guessed that maybe he was in less than an inch, but the feeling was enough to make me moan involuntarily because it felt odd. The noise was loud enough that it forced Dash to smother my mouth with his hand.

“Shhh. If you can’t be quiet, I’m going to have to stop. Do you want that?”

With wide eyes, I shook my head. “Then be a good girl and don’t make a sound. Bite down on my palm if you need to. Whatever, but I don’t want to stop this. You’re so fucking tight.”

This time, I nodded, and he pushed himself in further. It was faster than I would have liked, but he had no idea this was my first time, so why would he be careful?

“Fuck, Madison,” he growled, and I held my breath, trying to ignore that pinch of pain radiating at my core. It would pass. I knew that, but it didn’t stop tears prickling from my eyes as he pushed in further.

He was huge.

I gripped on to his shoulders and crushed my eyes shut, biting down on his palm, which made me taste my own arousal.

When was this going to feel good?

He suddenly stopped, stilling inside me. “Madison,” he gritted out as he moved his hand from my mouth.

“Are you inside me yet?” I asked with my eyes still closed.

“Not completely.”

Not completely?! How much more did he have to put in there?

“Is there something you forgot to tell me?” he asked with pointed annoyance, but it was hard to take him seriously when he was inside me. We both knew what I neglected to tell him, but I figured I could play dumb for a little longer.

“Nope. Nothing,” I squeaked out. I had to admit that this little interludehad stopped him from moving, which helped me adjust to his size. So much so that my hips started to wiggle to try to take more of him in. Maybe I was about to enjoy this.

“Madison, are you a virgin?”

I huffed out a laugh. “You’re having sex with me right now, so the answer is no.”

“Fuck,” he whispered sharply, banging the mattress next to me. “I thought you lost your virginity to Henry in high school?”

I gulped, looking anywhere but at the man who had his penis inside me. “Umm, funny story. That was the plan, but you found him cheating on me hours before that could happen.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can’t do this. What was I thinking?”

He was about to pull out, but I didn’t let him. I clamped my legs around his waist and braced the back of his neck with my hands. “Please. Don’t stop. I want this. I wanted it to be you. You wouldn’t stop with anyone else, so don’t make me the exception. You agreed to one night, and this is the one night I want.”

His lips were pressed together, and he studied me intently. In that moment, I knew. I’d lost him. I shouldn’t have lied. He was going to stop because he was regretting it, and he was going to leave me as a half-virgin since he wasn’t technically all the way in.

I closed my eyes, and this time the tears falling were from the sad reality that I couldn’t even do a one-night hookup right.

Surprisingly, Dash’s lips met mine, and he kissed me slowly. Almost like he was savoring it. It was enough to coax me out of my thoughts and open my eyes. All I saw was Dash. Towering above me, unmoving, but watching me with an emotion I couldn’t decipher.

“Why haven’t you left yet?”

“Because I’m not going to.”

“You’re not?”