Page 61 of Last First Kiss
“That was . . . wow.” He pushed himself off of her and then out of her. A twinge of pain made her cringe. It had hurt when he first pushed inside, like a burn, but after he had started to move, the pain transformed into pleasure. “Shit. Sorry. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” she said, avoiding his eyes and feeling very exposed—physically and emotionally.
He jogged to his bathroom, where she heard water running, then came back to the room. The condom was now gone, and it was also the first time she’d seen him completely naked. His dick, which she assumed would have softened after sex, was still jutting out impressively. His lean hard body and thick thighs were a sight. Reality was so much better than watching him in movies.
She yelped in surprise when he lifted her from the bed. “What are you doing?”
“Warm bath. It’ll help with . . . you know, the soreness.”
“Oh . . . uh . . . okay.” He gently put her into the bath and she had hoped he would join her, but instead he left the room. Not knowing where they stood or what to expect, she decided it wasn’t time to worry. She’d just lost her virginity. It was about damn time. And it was good. Great, actually. Probably not for him, but she had had an orgasm, which was more than she expected for the first time and it had been with a man she had grown to genuinely care for. Rocco had been kind and gentle and now she was soaking in a big-ass Jacuzzi. Yes, this was good. Definitely worth the wait.
She rested her head back and closed her eyes. “Take these.”
He had walked back in, still naked, and held two pills and a glass of water. “This is the second time you’ve given me drugs this weekend.”
He chuckled. “Just Advil. It should help.”
“It hurt when you lost your v-card, Monroe?” Her eyebrow shot up as she took the pills and downed them with the water.
“Ha. Ha. Next time, I’m going to fuck the smart-ass out of you.”
Next time? So there was going to be a next time, which meant it couldn’t have been that bad. She couldn’t help but smile.
He left the room again and she could hear some rummaging around going on in the bedroom but she ignored it as she soaked in the hot water. Finally he returned.
“Move up a little.” Once she did, he slid behind her. Moving her hair to the side, he placed small kisses on her shoulder. “How are you doing?”
“Good. Great, actually.”
“Any regrets?”
“None whatsoever.”
He let out a breath he seemed to have been holding. It hadn’t occurred to her that maybe he’d be a little insecure or unsure. “Do you? Regret it, I mean.”
“Hell, no.” He continued to kiss her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her in a protective cocoon. “I was worried.”
“It hurt a little, but nothing to worry about.”
“Not about that. I noticed you got a little . . . emotional.”
Oh! Those stupid tears she had thought she’d gotten away with.
“It was nothing.”
“So the thing is, Annabelle, outside this house you can be the tough emotionless security guard you want to portray. But in here, especially when you’re in my room, when I’m inside of you, when we’re naked, you don’t have to be that person.”
She turned her body. “Just because my eyes leaked a little doesn’t mean I’m a pussy.”
He rolled his eyes and smiled. “Calm down, my little crazy Tiger. No one’s calling you a pussy. What I mean is, I know you’re all those things, but you’re also soft and feminine. You have a huge heart and a lot of feelings you keep bottled up. Maybe with me you can try to put the armor away or at least soften it. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”
She shook her head with a smirk and turned back around. It had been a long time since she just relaxed. Let her guard down. Maybe with Rocco she could do that. “I’m not making any promises. But I’ll try.”
“Thank you.”
“But—”
“I knew there’d be a but.”
