Page 61 of Pyro

Then Skylar appeared and showed me what I’d been missing. I fought my desire for her until it almost destroyed not only me, but her as well. Seeing her in fear that day changed everything.

I chose to stop fighting with her and fight for her.

To fight for life.

I wanted to feel the sun on my face and see the brightness of the world once more.

My heart pounded in my chest when I heard the shower shut off, then moments later as the door handle rattled. In the next instant, she stood before me, wrapped in a fluffy white towel.

The weight of the symbolism was unmistakable, lingering in the air between us.

My Skylar Rose was a virgin.

Untouched.

I was the first man she ever kissed, and I would be the last.

She was solely mine in every way.

Stepping closer, I took her gently in my arms as I pressed myself to her. I could feel that her breasts were firm and that her nipples were hard. Aroused by the unknown, I also saw a flicker of fear deep within. I knew the feeling well.

I was feeling the same thing.

For five years, I had been alone and the idea of being with her brought a mix of excitement and paralyzing fear. What if she wasn’t really ready? What if I hurt her? What if I did something wrong?

“Stop,” she whispered, her hand gently touching my face. “I’m not scared, Chase. I can’t explain it, but I’m happy. I want this. I want you.”

Sighing, I lowered my head to hers. “God, baby, I’m trembling.”

“So am I. You know the way I figure it, technically, we’re both virgins here. You will be my first and I will be your last.”

Touching her face, I looked into her eyes, holding her close.

I felt her press herself into me slightly. She smirked, wanting me to feel her doing it. She wanted me to know that she was giving herself and offering herself to me.

She was inviting me to have her.

And what an invitation she was.

I gently kissed her lips, pulling her closer. My tongue darted out, lightly running across her lips as they opened, giving me the opportunity I desired. Taking the kiss deeper, I held her tight as her hands ran up and down my back.

To my surprise, I felt her hands move around my waist and up my chest as she began unbuttoning my shirt. Releasing her mouth, I watched as her eyes never left mine, as her fingers slowly and methodically removed my shirt. Bare chested before her, she finally broke eye contact as her eyes roamed over my shoulders, pecs and stomach. I wasn’t muscular built like the rest of the brothers, but I was fit, strong and held my own. Also, unlike my brothers, I didn’t adorn myself with a lot of tattoos. I had a sleeve tattoo on my left arm that stopped at the elbow and a few others, but when her hands gravitated to the Trinity Knot over my heart and traced the design, I stilled. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and kissed it.

That was exactly when all my fears faded and a primal need I hadn’t felt in years resurfaced. I wanted her, completely, body and soul. My body yearned for her, needed her, came alive just for her.

With one kiss, she tethered me to her for eternity.

Her lips parted as she took a step back from me.

To my surprise, she took my hand, backing herself towards the bed.

She looked right into my soul, leading me.

I felt helpless in her gaze.

She showed me she was completely in the moment. She was not apprehensive, nor did she hesitate to take me where she intended to.

She stood before me, looking me in the eyes.