I swallowed, feeling like my sixteen-year-old self, who was about to go to third base for the first time. My knees were weak, and my palms were sweaty. Christ. Becca had an effect on me like no one else. I would say she didn’t know what she was doing, but she knew. And somehow that made it even hotter.
She walked toward the stairs, suggestively swinging her hips. Paralyzed, I watched her walk up the first few steps. Just as she was about to disappear from sight, she turned and raised an eyebrow. “Are you coming?”
That snapped me out of my stupor. “Uh, yeah.” I was normally a pretty smooth guy, but this petite blonde I’d known half my life undid me, turning me into a fumbling idiot.
I took the stairs two at a time, scooping her up on my way. She yelped in surprise. Who knew a yelp could be so goddamn sexy?
I carried her to the bedroom. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had the errant thought that we should slow down, that she still wasn’t back to one hundred percent. Then her fingertips dug into my back, and I couldn’t hold a coherent thought if I tried.
Aw, hell. I laid her on the bed, and she yanked her shirt over her head. Going on her knees at the edge of the bed, she pulled me toward her using the waistband of my pants. Then she tugged my shirt off. She ran her hands down my chest, pausing ever so slightly at my nipples.
Grinning, I pressed my lips behind her ear. “Feel free to do anything you want to my nipples.”
She stilled. “Oh… my… God. I was hoping you’d forgotten about that.”
I laughed. “No way in hell. I needed to take a cold shower that night.”
She pulled away so she could look at me. “Really?”
“I didn’t, but I probably should have. I hate to admit it, but it was a turn-on. I’ve been attracted to you way longer than I should have been. Hell, I shouldn’t be—”
She put her finger to my lips. “Stop. I don’t want to hear any reasons why you think you shouldn’t be with me because they’re all lies.”
Debatable. But I wasn’t going to actually engage in a debate with her. For starters, that would require deep thought, and my blood was nowhere near my brain at the moment. Also, I didn’t want to think about it. Deep down, I knew I would never be good enough for her, not to mention she was Roman’s little sister. But I wanted her so goddamn much. I loved her so goddamn much.
I pulled her body flush with mine and kissed her deeply. Then I flicked open the button on her jeans and unzipped them so I could slide my hands in to cup her ass. It was tight, round, and firm. Perfect. Was anything about this girl not perfect?
“Wait.” She pulled away. “We should talk about something.”
That. That’s not perfect. Why did she want to talk when all I wanted to do was worship her body? If she said anything else about that goddamn bag, I was going to lose my ever-loving shit.
Closing my eyes and leaning my forehead against hers, I tried to summon up self-control. “What is it?”
“I want to be with you, Carson, in every way, but… I don’t know how to say this. Um…” She swallowed thickly, and alarm bells went off in my head. Shit. My damn dick was leading the charge, and she wasn’t ready. I’m such an asshole.
“There’s no rush.” I tried to keep my tone light. I didn’t want her to think this was a deal-breaker for me. She knew my history, that I tended to sleep with girls quickly, but that was in the past. Everything was different with her. I would be celibate if it meant I got to love her. Please, God, don’t make me be celibate.
“No, you don’t understand. I feel like I’ve already waited for you for forever, so it’s not that we’re rushing. It’s that, well… I’m a virgin.”
I didn’t know what I’d expected her to say, but it wasn’t that. I looked down at her, but she’d tucked her face against my chest, like she was hiding. “Becca?”
She didn’t move. “What?”
“Can you look at me?”
After a few deep breaths, she lifted her head and met my gaze.
“I didn’t know,” I said. “We can wait.” God, I’d had no fucking idea. But then again, it made sense. She’d never had a serious boyfriend, and she wasn’t the type to have casual sex. It should have been obvious to me that she was inexperienced, but fuck, she was just so sensual, it had never occurred to me that she was new to this.
She swallowed. “I don’t want to wait. I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”
My heart swelled, and so many emotions flooded me, I couldn’t discern them. What had I ever done to deserve this girl? This woman? Nothing. Because I didn’t deserve her. But that didn’t mean I was willing to give her up either.
I might not be worthy of her, but I sure as hell would make her feel loved.
***
Becca
I WAS AFRAID to look at Carson, afraid of what I would see in his eyes. I didn’t want him to treat me like a delicate flower just because I didn’t have sexual experience.
But when I mustered the courage to meet his gaze, I found the same need in his eyes as before.
“I always wanted you to be my first,” I said softly. I already felt so vulnerable and exposed admitting I was still a virgin, but I felt like I might as well put it all out there. Yet part of me was afraid. I’d wanted this, wanted him, for so long that I was petrified I would screw it up.
“I don’t know what to say,” he said. “I didn’t know any of this.”
“You weren’t supposed to,” I replied. “I wouldn’t have told you now except I’d be so embarrassed if things got weird, and—”
“It could never be weird with you, Becca.” He kissed me. “But we can stop whenever you want.”
“I already told you—I’ve been waiting for years. I’m not going to want to stop.” I tried for a wry smile, but I was so damn nervous, it probably came across as a grimace.
He took my lead and smirked. “I just hope I’m worth the wait.”
I ran my hands over his shoulders and his chest, my fingers tracing the grooves of his muscles. Oh yeah. Even if I weren’t already in love with him, it was worth the wait to have my first time be with someone who could be a body double for Thor. But mainly it was worth it because I was in love with him, and I’d never wanted anyone but him. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to give him hell, though. Old habits died hard.
I looked him up and down with what I hoped was a scrutinizing expression. “I hope so too.”
He grinned, and any awkwardness that had been in the air over my big announcement dissipated. “Oh, it’s on.”
He slipped his arm behind my knees and stretched me out on the bed. Joining me, he propped himself up on his elbows and hovered over me. His hand palmed my ribcage, covering nearly all of it and making me feel tiny. I wasn’t normally into feeling like a damsel in distress, but I liked how protected I felt because of his size and strength. It wasn’t just that, though. It was the possessive way he put his hands on me. I’d joked that he was a caveman when he cracked his knuckles, but maybe I liked some of his caveman tendencies.
He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, and my brain short-circuited, ending my analysis of the situation as every pore on my body tingled. I lost myself in the feeling of Carson’s warm mouth and the sensation of our skin being pressed together. His attention moved to my throat, and he trailed kisses from my next down to my chest, kissing my breasts through my bra. I arched my back so he could fit his arm under me to unhook it, but he’d already moved on to my belly. He took his time, exploring with both his hands and mouth. Pushing the flaps of my unzipped jeans aside, he ran his tongue along the band of my panties. Sucking in a breath, I turned my head to the side as heat shot to my core and vibrations started at the vee of my legs. Only my shirt was off, but he’d already pushed me so close to the edge.