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  I tip my head down until our foreheads are touching and brush her cheek with my thumb. “There, now you know everything about me.”

  “What?” she whispers.

  “I’m a man of action and take what I want how I want it. Still want to stick around?” There’s no way to hide the fact that there’s a lot less room in the front of my jeans. I have to push back the urge to grab her hand and rub it all over my imprisoned cock.

  “Yes.”

  “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”

  “You have?” She’s completely dazed, almost slurring her words and I haven’t allowed her to have a drop of alcohol.

  I can’t help running the back of my hand over her cheek again. “Yeah.”

  She blushes and glances away. “Why? I’m pretty boring.”

  “I doubt that.”

  She shrugs and tucks her hair behind her ear. The way she’s nibbling on her bottom lip’s so damn cute.

  “Can I show you my room?”

  Can I? Seriously. I’m asking?

  The corner of her mouth pulls up in a devilish smile but her bottom lip trembles, telling me she’s faking whatever confidence she’s trying to project. Why? Either she wants to fuck or she doesn’t.

  “I’d like that. It’s getting too noisy to talk in here,” she shouts over the music.

  Not sure why it matters. The last thing we’re going to do in my room is talk. Fuck is the only word on my mind. That’s not true. Tight young pussy also flashes in my head.

  “Is that what you want to do, Athena? Talk?” I force a smile so I don’t scare her off. She’s so close, I can feel the heat of her body pulsing against me. I tilt my head and brush my lips over her cheek, working my way to her ear, inhaling her scent—innocence and strawberries. “Because I had something else in mind.”

  “Wha—oh,” she gasps, finally getting the full meaning of my words. Her breathing picks up. At least now we’re on the same page.

  I stand and hold my hands out to her. She lets me pull her up off the couch. I fight off the urge to toss her over my shoulder and smack her ass, claiming her as mine in front of everyone. Instead, I wrap my hand around hers—and ignore how easily we fit together. I’m not a hand-holding type of guy.

  She tucks in behind me, while I weave us through the crowd and I try to not break into a sprint. There’s no drunken stumble down the hallway—I hardly touched my drink. No, I want to remember every single detail about this night. Once we clear the common area, she moves to my side. She seems as eager as I am.

  The walk down the hallway to my room never seemed so long.

  At the door, I stop and take her in. She flashes a soul-wrecking smile at me and I can’t open the door fast enough.

  Inside, I flick on a small lamp. Athena presses her back against the door. As if she just realized what’s about to happen.

  I’m not an asshole. She wants to go, I ain’t gonna stop her, no matter how much I might want to. I’m dying to tangle our tongues together again. Strip her naked. Fill my hands with her soft skin.

  Her eyes widen as I approach her with slow steps. My room’s a decent size, but it’s not that big, so I’m towering over her in no time. Huge eyes stare up at me and in the shadowy darkness, I can barely make out their bold, blue color. For some reason, that bugs me.

  She surprises me by reaching out and touching me first. Slides her hands up over my pecs to my shoulders. I lose it, yanking her closer, but taking a gentle kiss.

  At first.

  The press of my mouth against hers deepens and my hands slide down into the dip of her narrow waist. My thumbs flick at the hem of her silky tank top. Underneath, her skin’s warm and soft. So fucking soft.

  Each kiss, she returns with equal enthusiasm. I lose a bit more control with every quick dart of her tongue against mine. I groan into her mouth and shove my hands up the sides of her ribcage until my fingers brush against the edge of her bra. I’m dying to see her in it and tug at her shirt.

  I’ve been hard since she walked in the door, but being all pressed up against her velvety softness makes the situation behind my fly even more painful. I almost have her shirt off when she stops me.

  “Wait. Romeo...I don’t even know your real name.”

  “So?” I strip off her shirt and toss it on my dresser.

  Fuck, she’s fucking beautiful. The edge of my thumb brushes over one lace-covered nipple and she gasps.

  Her eyes close. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispers.

  All the blood rushing to my dick must be fucking with my hearing. “What?”

  “I’m a virgin.”

  Fuck me.

  “Wish you’d mentioned that sooner, sweetheart.”

  She lifts her chin, defiant eyes staring up at me. “Does it matter?”

  “Yeah. It matters.” It matters because all of a sudden my dick’s even more excited. This girl’s mine. All fucking mine. “You want me to stop?” I ask as I brush my thumbs over her nipples again.

  “You don’t mind?”

  She’s killing me. “No, Shortcake. I don’t fucking mind one bit. But I should warn you—”

  Her nose wrinkles. “Warn me?”

  I press one finger against her lips to keep her quiet. “I already like you. You got me thinking things I’ve never considered before. Giving me that pussy first might complicate things. You understand me?”

  “No.”

  “It means, I’m not letting you go. You’re in my bed from now on.” I keep my gaze focused on her face, trying to read her reaction. Uncertainty lingers in her eyes.

  “Is that some weird biker proposal?”

  “No.”

  She chews on her bottom lip.

  “I really want it to be you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met.”

  Her honest admission fucks me up. She says it so sweet. And there’s something inside of me that’s relieved this attraction hasn’t been one-sided.

  “You sure about this, Athena? There’s no rush.” Did I really just say that? My cock’s ready to explode, she’s offering up her pussy on a silver platter, and I’m trying to talk her out of it—why?

  “I’m sure.” She lifts the hem of her skirt, slowly skimming the material up then flipping it side to side, giving me glimpses of sleek, tanned thighs. I can’t tell if it’s nerves or playfulness responsible for the slow striptease. Doesn’t matter, it’s hot, whatever the reason.

  Finally, she tosses the skirt on my dresser next to her shirt and stands there in a black and red lace bra and matching panties. The racy underwear contrasts with her innocent face in a way that’s sexy as fuck.

  “You know those are my club’s colors?”

  Pink spreads over her cheeks. “I…well…uh,” she stammers out the words and it clicks.

  “You wore this for me?” It’s such a sweet, girlish thing to do and because I’m a perverted old fuck, it gets me even harder.

  “Turn around.” My mouth’s so dry I have to force the words out.

  Not one of my fantasies touched on how perfect she is in the flesh.

  I’m breathing so heavy, I probably sound like a fucking dragon bearing down on her. I’ve never been this turned on. Not since my own first time. Many years and many women ago. Taking it slow and gentle is testing all my willpower.

  I have to get my hands on her. When our bodies touch, she jumps and turns to look up at me with huge eyes. I settle my hands on her shoulders, softly stroking warm, satin skin. “Tell me what you’ve done before?”

  “What? What do you mean?”

  What I’m trying to figure out is how a girl this hot is still a virgin. Is she one of those virgin-whores who’s taken it in every hole except her pussy, thinking somehow that keeps her chaste? Or is she really as innocent as she’s acting?

  Leaning over, I put my mouth against her ear. My thumb strokes over her bottom lip. “What I mean is, have you sucked cock? Has anyone licked your cunt? Stuff like that, sweetheart.”

>   Her eyes widen at my crude words and it only fires me up more.

  “I, uh, I…”

  She can’t form any words because my fingers slipped inside her panties to gently stroke her. Haven’t even touched her clit yet and she’s already panting. My other hand works her bra loose, setting free perky little tits. Tits begging to be held in my big hands so I can work my thumbs over her nipples until she’s thrashing against me.

  “Reed,” I whisper in her ear.

  “What?”

  “You asked what my real name is. It’s Reed. That’s what I want you screamin’ out when I fuck you.”

  “Oh, oh, o-kay.” Her lips form a shaky smile. “I like that.”

  “Good.” Can’t remember the last woman I bothered telling my name. Honestly, I can’t remember the last one who asked. I’m not in the habit of keeping them around long enough to get curious about things like names.

  “You ever come before?”

  “I, think so.”

  “That’s a no.” Good, now I’ve got a plan. I need to get her off first. Because I’m ninety-nine percent certain it’ll be game over about two seconds after I squeeze my dick in her. Her body’s trembling underneath my fingers. I’m a sick fucker, because I like her on edge. Her fear feeds my inner animal who’s ready to claim every perfect inch of her. I need to speed this up.

  Dipping back inside her panties, I run my fingers over her pussy lips, then up through her slit, stopping to spread her wetness over her clit. Even though I’m barely touching her, she hisses in a soft breath and wraps her fingers around my arm.

  “That’s it, little one. Relax, I got you.” Her body melts into mine as I keep stroking and teasing her. Working her up until her hips jerk and chase my hand.

  “Oh, oh, oh…”

  “Yeah. That feel good?”

  “Y..yes.”

  Inside I’m flippin’ out, but outside, I’m taking things nice and slow. My patience is rewarded a few minutes later when she comes, gasping and quivering on my hand.

  “Beautiful.”

  Her big eyes flutter open and stare up at me. “Wow.”

  Wow is fuckin’ right and I think it’s the first time I’ve ever used that word.

  “Leave those panties on and get up in my bed.”

  She’s too nervous to be seductive about it, and it’s hotter than fuck the way she tiptoes to my bed and carefully sits on the edge.

  As I stalk over to her, I catch her bottom lip trembling again.

  Even though I’m a first class bastard, I have to stop and ask, “You sure you want this, Athena?”

  “Yes. I really, really do.”

  She reaches out, and grabs my belt. Perfect, white teeth sink into her bottom lip while she works my jeans open.

  “Lie back.” There’s a good chance if she keeps undressing me in her nervous, awkward way, I’ll explode right in her face. And that’s not how I want her first time to go down. I probably look ridiculous shedding clothes as fast as possible, but I don’t give a fuck.

  She scoots into the middle of the bed, still watching every move I make. In seconds, I’m climbing in after her, parting her legs and crawling up her body to bury my face against her pussy. She smells and tastes like water after crawling through the desert. Soft moans drag from her throat and she arches her back, shoving her cunt in my face.

  “Want me to lick you?”

  “Uh...if you want to?” She sits up and this time the fear in her eyes doesn’t excite me.

  “Don’t worry, little one, I plan to put my mouth on every single part of you tonight.”

  “Oh,” she whispers.

  Tonight. Not now. I’d love to spend some time getting her off with my mouth, but I don’t think I can wait much longer. We’ve got all night. And tomorrow and the next day. Because fuck if I’m ever letting her out of my sight. No fucking way.

  I kiss my way up her body until we’re nose to nose. She’s unbelievably pretty up close. My dick likes her too, because he’s pushing up against her lace-covered pussy like one pushy bastard. Fuck if she’s not grinding against it trying to find release. I take a second, which my cock’s not thrilled about, to run my thumbs over her cheeks. “You okay?”

  Her hands grip my biceps, sliding to my shoulders and over my back. Every stroke of her fingers against me burns like a lick of fire. “Yes,” she finally answers.

  Almost forgot. I reach over and drag a condom out of my nightstand and roll it on. “You know it’s probably gonna hurt the first time?”

  She scrunches up her nose. “Yeah.” Her lush mouth curls up in a teasing smile. “Would you please fuck me already?”

  A growl rips out of my throat, and I take her sassy mouth in a fierce kiss. My hand skims the length of her body and shoves her panties to the side. She breaks our kiss, blinking up at me. “Do you want me to take them off?”

  “No. I’m going to keep them as a fuckin’ trophy.”

  She blinks.

  I’m not kidding.

  My cock lines up and I sink into her slowly. The tip of my dick’s barely inside and already she’s tense, making it impossible to make any more progress. My lips find her forehead. “Relax, Shortcake. I’m trying to be gentle.”

  A tight smile plays over her lips. “I know.”

  Christ, I need to be inside her more than I need to breathe. Even if I have to fight my way in. I hold her gaze the entire time. Watch the pain flicker over her face. Underneath me she sighs and wriggles, spreading her legs wider.

  “Good girl. Spread those legs and take me,” I whisper.

  A few more strokes and I’m balls-deep. I have to take a second and catch my breath. So motherfuckin’ tight. I’m struggling to suck in air and not shoot my load at the same time.

  “Oh. Oh, Reed.”

  I can’t stop myself from checking out where my cock’s buried in her pussy. I slide back and stare at the smear of blood on the condom. Fuck. It might be sick, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My thumbs brush over her cheeks and I stare into her eyes again. “You okay?”

  “Yes. It’s starting to… It feels better.”

  I thrust back in, even though her pussy’s got me in a death grip. Her eyes roll back in her head and she turns her face to the side. My lips find her neck, biting and kissing a path to her mouth as I keep fucking her slow and steady. Not coming is a struggle I don’t mind. When I look into her eyes again they’re shiny.

  “You want me to stop?” Christ, I hope she says no, because I don’t think I could stop if my life depended on it.

  “No. Harder. More. Please.”

  The look on her face is saying anything but harder. But it’s what she asked for, so I give it to her. She grunts and takes it. “Let me in, baby. I know how bad you want it, just relax and let me in.”

  Finally she loosens up a little and a few strokes later she seems happier. Her hips jerk up and her moans grow louder.

  “That’s it. Good girl. You gonna come with my cock buried in you?”

  “I don’t know. I want something. I…I…”

  She trails off, because I bend down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth, and one of my hands reaches between us to stroke her clit. She tightens and thrashes under me. “Fuck, Reed! Right there.”

  Thank fuck, now I can plow into her. She keeps yelling, and I fuck her like she’s the last fuck I’ll ever have, grabbing her hips and slamming myself inside her over and over until her pussy clenches around my dick.

  She’s flushed and sweaty, tears rolling down her cheeks, but it’s the smile on her face that makes me lose it.

  Maybe I’m lightheaded from the load I just poured into the condom, but the emptiness I usually carry in my chest is gone. Replaced by this girl. Strangely, I want the feeling to last.

  That was so worth waiting for.

  I’m so glad I never did it with Bobby.

  Both are probably inappropriate thoughts with Romeo still inside me, but I can’t help it.

  He brushes the hair off my
forehead—a sweetly tender gesture made even sweeter when he presses his lips there. “Are you okay?” he asks.

  The hot, demanding, growly biker I’ve known for a few weeks, who soaked my panties every time I got within ten feet of him? Turns out he’s hard on the outside but sweet and gentle on the inside. This guy makes my heart want to jump out of my chest and into his hands.

  And that’s not what I want out of this.

  I’m not stupid. There’s no way this ends in some fairy tale where the hard, older biker, and the young, virgin ride off into the sunset together. We’re not making babies—gross—nor are we going to play house together—double yuck. It may have worked out that way for my best friend, Karina. The kind of lightning she and Dante have won’t strike this clubhouse twice.

  Not a problem. I don’t want that anyway. I’m leaving for Los Angeles tomorrow. No man—no matter how hot he is, no matter that he just took my virginity and is staring down at me in a way that says he’s got no intention of letting me leave his bed, is going to stop me.

  At least he’s given me some very pleasant memories to take with me to California.

  “Athena, did I hurt you?”

  I wriggle a bit and take a deep breath—or try to. “No. But you’re crushing me a little.”

  He chuckles and rolls to the side. “Be right back.”

  When he returns, he’s naked and I’m torn between trying not to stare and trying to count the ridges of his abs. The sheet I’d pulled up to my chin is ripped away by his free hand as he settles on the edge of the bed. Without asking or hesitating, he parts my legs and wipes me down gently with a warm washcloth.

  I’m too mortified at the intimate, matter-of-fact way he performs the simple act to move or speak.

  “You’re the prettiest shade of red right now,” he says in a low, gravely voice that makes my insides shiver.

  I dare to glance up and find him staring at my face. We stare at each other for a few seconds before he takes the washcloth back into the bathroom. When he returns, he yanks the sheet I had burrowed back under off me again. “Stop trying to hide yourself from me,” he growls, climbing on top of me. He settles himself over me, his weight barely brushing against my body. Hands. Where should I put my hands?