“You feel amazing naked against my chest,” I whisper in her ear, causing a small shiver to pass over her. I pull her knees out from under her with my free hand and slowly lay her down on the bed, careful to keep our chests pressed against each other. As much as I’m looking forward to claiming Charlie tonight, I could stay right here in this position all night long. There’s something undeniably intimate about feeling her skin touching every single inch of mine, save the most intimate of places. It’s an unfamiliar feeling. I’ve never felt this sort of intimacy with anyone. The desire to be inside her, the need for her pleasure to come before mine aren’t things I’m used to. It’s so much more than a fuck, and I have no idea how to process it, but I find myself loving the idea of it. And I surprise myself at the same time that I’m not moving her panties to the side so I can push myself inside of her quickly to get off.

“Knox,” she whispers as her hands run up my biceps and over my shoulders. The sound of her sexy whisper breaks me out of my trance, but it’s the feel of her hips circling, trying to grind on my boxer-covered cock that’s driving me crazy. “Please…don’t make me wait. I’ve wanted this for too long,” she admits, all breathy and sexy as hell.

Holy shit. She’s been wanting this? I’m not exactly surprised. I knew this attraction wasn’t one-sided, but hearing her say that she’s wanted to get in my bed is a relief, and I realize all I needed was confirmation. As much as I’d love to make her beg, I don’t think I can prolong this anymore. Lifting up, I’m more than ready to finally move this forward.

I take a moment to look down at her, wondering what the hell took me so long to realize I wanted her. She’s fucking gorgeous, and I decide brown is my new favorite color. Her dark hair is fanned out on my pillow, and soon I’ll be wrapping my hands up in it. The chocolate brown eyes that watch me as I hover over her are silently begging me to fuck her. And as much as I want her naked, the way she’s barely covered with the brown material that shows off her tan has me wanting to watch her in nothing but a sexy pair of barely there panties for a little while longer before I rip them off.

As I memorize every single inch of her, I push myself back on to my heels, my hands resting on her ankles. I can’t help but run my hands up her tight, sculpted calf muscles until they reach her toned thighs. I knew she had strong legs, but the feel of the muscles beneath my hands is something I didn’t expect, and I can’t help but stroke each one as they constrict under my touch. There’s something sexy about a girl who’s toned, and it’s just another thing that drives me wild about her.

She stretches up to run a finger along a bulging vein from my bicep down to my forearm before her fingers intersect with mine. She pulls my hand higher, nearly touching the material covering her. Moving down, I replace our hands with my lips, but she has different plans. Her hand pulls me back up, the other one guiding my mouth to hers. I slide my free hand up to palm her breasts, and it’s not long before her own hand is pushing mine down again, grazing her stomach before she places it between her thighs.

“I’ve been thinking about you touching me like this since that first night,” she confesses, and the masculine part of me wants to beat my chest.

“Since the night at the bar?”

My ego has to hear the words, and I’m trying not to grin like a fucking fool when she nods, looking slightly shy—a look I’ve never seen on her.

“Tell me,” I command, my hand gripping the side of her panties, trying to tease her as I’m ready to pull them down when she complies. When I lean down, my lips graze her breast before I pull one hard nipple in between them. My tongue traces circles around it, and when I look up at her, she’s watching me. “Did you imagine me doing this?”

Again, all she does is nod. I plant kisses up her chest, over her collarbone, and just shy of her lips. Slowly, I take one finger and trace it slowly over the material, feeling the damp spot between her knees. Moving down, I bypass her beautiful breasts, my lips moving to where my hands are. Kissing along her panty line, I look up at her one more time.

“What were you thinking, sweetheart? Did you imagine my tongue on you? Did you think about me tasting you?” Her eyes cloud over and I can feel her legs squirming. Her left hand moves to her breast, kneading it, and my dick tightens in response.

I’m almost positive that she’s about to spill, but instead, she decides to play her own game. And the way my stomach tightens as I watch her makes me think I’m half in love with her already. Running her hand down her stomach, she pushes mine away. Lifting her ass, she wiggles out of her panties. She pulls her legs up to unhook them and twirls them around her finger a couple of times before launching them across the room.

She grins at me sheepishly. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she confesses, and thoughts of Charlie undressing herself rush to my mind.

“I’ll let you strip for me next time,” I tell her, watching as she lies back down on the bed next to me.

Sighing, she closes her eyes, and her hand moves from her breast to her pussy. She strokes her clit like she’s putting on a show for my eyes only, and I’m about to fucking come right now. Watching her touch herself, knowing she’s been thinking of me, awakens something inside me that has me desperate to be inside her, to finally claim her as mine, but I can’t tear my eyes away as she pleasures herself.

“Every time I was just like this, naked, waiting, and wanting you. Only you. As I’d lie in bed at night, touching myself, you were the only thing that could bring me to the point of coming. No matter what, I only had to picture those sexy eyes looking down at me as you stroked me with your long fingers, thrusting in and out, until I came. Every single fucking time, Knox, it was you. At least, I wanted it to be.” The whole time she’s saying this, she’s touching herself just like she did when thinking of me, and those last few words set me off.

Before I can stop myself, my head’s between her thighs. My tongue joins her fingers, pleasuring her in a frenzied unison—her fingers, my mouth. Sucking on her clit, I look up at her. Seeing her from this vantage point is so fucking erotic.

“And what about my mouth, baby? Did you imagine my tongue licking your clit, diving into your pussy, tasting every inch of you?” I ask in a husky voice, allowing my tongue to make one pass over her core as I wait for her answer.

Pulling her hand away from in between her legs, she places it on the back of my head, guiding my face between her legs. “There’s never been a mouth I’ve wanted more.” Taking her invitation, I bury my face in her warmth, finding out just how drenched with want she is. I’m a starving man, feasting on the most nourishing meal, one I’ve waited years for.

I’m trying to savor her, but she begins grinding her hips against my face in a hurried frenzy. My tongue moves in rapid succession until I feel her gripping the back of my head and moaning loudly as the first wave of orgasm washes over her. I trace my tongue up her slit and circle her clit before pulling away and blowing on it. She grips my shoulders at the contact, her fingers digging into my skin as she whispers, “Oh god.” It’s not the first time I’ve heard that in bed, but fuck yes, it’s the sexiest coming out of her mouth. I’m ready to make sure she says it more than once tonight.

Smiling against her, I nibble one last time on her clit before pulling away. Sitting up, I shift in between her legs, and I’m so fucking ready for this moment. I can feel her still trembling beneath me, and my cock is aching to be inside of her. Reaching down, she takes hold of me and strokes once, then twice. Groaning, I know I’m going to come so hard once I’m finally enveloped in her warm center.

Leaning over the side of the bed, I have to pull away from her, and she protests. As I rifle around in my nightstand, I realize that I don’t have any condoms. I’ve never had sex without one, but I haven’t exactly needed them lately. Groaning, I realize I haven’t stocked up. I’m still searching the drawer when she pulls me back to her, her hips reaching up to meet my hard erection.

“Sweetheart, I don’t have any condoms. I’m clean. I was tested in the hospital. I haven’t been with anyone since, but if you want, I’ll throw on whatever clothes I can find and run to the nearest store. I won’t do anything you don’t want to,” I tell her, and I mean it. As much as I want to impale her bareback right now, I’ll protect her any way I can, even if means prolonging my release for another twenty minutes.

“No, Knox, it’s okay,” she says, running her fingers up and down my arms. Settling in between her legs, I feel her hand come up and grip me. “Dad put me on the pill as soon as I turned sixteen, and I’ve been on it ever since. And I got tested after I caught Drew. I’m clean, too. I trust you.” I have no idea why, but those three words do something to me, causing a stir somewhere other than in my cock.

Looking down, I catch her gaze. “I trust you too, sweetheart,” I tell her, my thumb moving down to flick her clit.

She shudders beneath me then pulls me down for a kiss. “And now that that’s out of the way, please Knox, for the love of all that is holy, fuck me already.” She’s grinning up at me, and although I hate to classify this as fucking, if my girl does, then I’m okay with it, even though it feels like so much more.

As much as I want to fuck her, as much as I want to claim her, this feels different than anything I’ve ever wanted. Yeah, I’m ready to be inside her, but I know it’s more than that. I want to be with her, and not just physically. She’s reduced me to a thirteen-year-old boy, wanting to make it official, and right now, I don’t even care. She’s mine—no one else’s—and I need to hear her say it.

Pushing my hips into her, I reach down and pull one of her thighs up and around me so I can move in closer to her center. I can feel how wet she is as my cock slides up and down her slit, searching for entrance.

Her hand slowly guides me into her, and the moment the tip is in, I can’t help but push her hand away as I pull myself out. “Not yet, sweetheart,” I growl, my eyes meeting hers, which are filled with desire and impatience. “I need to hear it.”

She wrinkles her forehead as she brings her hand back to my cock, but I grab it and pin it over her head as I lean down so my face is only inches from hers.

“What, Knox?” she breathes, and my dick twitches at the sound of her voice. “What do you want to hear? I’ll say anything. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

“You’re mine,” I tell her, and it’s not a question.

“Mmmhmm,” is her only response. When I look down, I see that her eyes are hooded, nearly closed, and I can feel her squirming underneath me.

“Say it,” I order, my cock still teasing her warm pussy.

“I’m yours, Rugged,” she whispers. Her eyes then open and she glares at me. “But if you’re not inside me in two seconds, I’ll get myself off.”

I barely hear the last part because when she says she’s mine, I slam into her in one deep thrust, causing her to cry out. When I’ve filled her fully, I still my movements, looking down at her. Her eyes are closed, her head slightly tilted back on the pillow. My hand pushes the hair out of her face, and I cup her chin, forcing her to look at me. I need to see her eyes, to see that she feels the same way I do as my dick settles inside her.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I tell her, finally admitting it to both of us and letting her know it wasn’t just her. In response, she wraps both legs around my waist, pushing me into her even deeper. With her eyes wide and watching me, a sexy, slow grin spreads over her face.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Her words light a fire inside as I begin to rock in and out of her, and I’m cursing myself for not taking my time like I planned. I’m thrusting into her with enough force to rock the headboard, and she keeps her legs locked around me with a steel-like grip. The moment I feel my balls begin to tighten, I lift up, bringing her with me. After I move us to the edge of the bed with her in my lap as my feet hit the floor, she rides my dick as she sits on top of me. I’m trying to hold on as long as possible, but I keep pistoning up into her as she lifts up and then sinks down on me. It’s goddamn fucking harmonic the way our bodies are colliding in a heated passion that’s been building between us for weeks.

I can tell she’s close when she begins to speed up, practically bouncing up and down on my dick. Her breasts are in my face, and I can’t help but lean forward, taking one in my mouth. At the same time, I bring my hand in between us and feel her hard clit, wet with her pleasure. I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips as I feel her warmth on my fingers, and it does something to my ego, knowing that she’s wet, only because of me. She’s so fucking wet for me, and I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to pleasure her.