Rafe’s fingers slowed, then moved to her thigh. He lightly kissed her lips. She forced herself to open her eyes and gaze at him. He had a very self-satisfied expression on his face.
“Wow,” she said.
“My thoughts exactly.”
“So that was what it was like.”
“Uh-huh. Although some women take a lot longer.”
“That was quick?”
He grinned. “About three minutes. Definitely quick.”
She had a feeling he didn’t think that was a bad thing. “I had a lot of sex to make up for.”
“Apparently. Ready for round two?”
She nodded.
He hesitated. “We don’t have to go all the way. You could still stay a virgin.”
She shoved him toward the edge of the bed. Or at least she tried to—the man didn’t budge. “I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I told you. It’s complicated at my age. Come on, Rafe. You can’t refuse me now.”
“Okay. Just checking.”
Just being one of the good guys, she thought, as he sat up and unfastened his trousers. He slipped them and his briefs off before stretching out next to her.
She knew it was rude to stare, but she hadn’t seen an actual, well, it, before. She’d touched a couple, but only in the dark.
“You’d see better if you sat up,” he said, as if he could read her mind.
She was too curious to be embarrassed. Instead she took his advice and shifted into a sitting position.
Blond hair lightly covered his chest. It thickened at his belly, forming a line that bisected his rippled abdomen. She glanced at the impressive muscles there and made a mental note to start doing sit-ups.
Two scars, one more round than the other, stood out on his skin. She started to ask how he’d been hurt, but figured this wasn’t the best time. Then her gaze moved lower to the darker blond hair at the base of his erection.
“I don’t have a frame of reference,” she said. “Is it big?”
“Huge.”
“I’d like to touch you.”
“Feel free.”
She put her hand on him. He was warm and dry, with velvet-soft skin stretched over pulsing steel.
“Does being so hard hurt?”
“No.”
She tilted her head to see between his legs. He parted for her. She moved down to stroke him lightly. From there, she touched his thighs. He had long legs and well-shaped feet. What looked like a scar from a knife cut through his left thigh. All in all, he was a darned impressive package.
“When does the condom go on?” she asked.
“Anytime.”
She reached over him and opened the box, then handed him a square package. He opened the plastic and unrolled the protection.
“Did you have to practice that when you were younger? I mean you seem pretty good at it.”
He raised himself into a sitting position and urged her to lie down. “It’s not a difficult skill to master.”
Suddenly she found herself on her back, gazing up at him. Her nerves returned. “I’ve liked everything we’ve done so far. Am I going to like this?”
“I’ll do my best.”
He bent down to kiss her. Before their lips touched, she grabbed his arms. “I should probably tell you that I asked my doctor a few years ago, and she said that there’s no, um, physical proof of me being a virgin.”
“Thanks for letting me know. That should make it less painful.”
She glanced down at his maleness. It did look kinda big to be slipping inside of her easily.
“Don’t think about it,” he told her, then leaned low and kissed her. His hands moved between her legs.
Now that she knew what to expect, she relaxed into the pleasure that spilled from his fingers. He found that one spot again, but after teasing it for a bit, he moved and slipped a finger inside of her. This was a completely different sensation. He pushed in deeply, then stroked the inside of her.
Her body instantly contracted around him. She gasped. It had been like before, only less intense. Sort of a minisurrender. He thrust into her again, faster this time. She felt another contraction.
Rafe swore under his breath, and she stiffened.
“I’m sorry. What am I doing wrong?”
“Nothing.” He kissed her. “You’re doing everything right. It’s just you’re so hot and wet and I can’t wait to be inside of you. I can already feel you climaxing. It’s your first time and I’m supposed to show a little control. I don’t know if I can.”