Page 153 of Filthy Beautiful
Calm the hell down.
I didn’t want to rush this and lose control. She was right; she deserved better than that her first time.
Hell, she deserved that every time.
I didn’t want to hurt her, either. If I did that, I’d never forgive myself.
And I really did not want her to have some fucked-up memory of the time she lost her virginity. One where she seduced me in a tight dress and begged me for it, and then I broke down and lost my head and fucked the shit out of her on my bedroom floor… and then, what? Tossed her out the door?
Which was pretty much where this was heading right now.
“Wait,” I gasped, opening my eyes. “Hang on, babe.” I pulled her hand off my dick. “If we’re doing this… We’re doing it right.”
Chapter Nineteen
Courteney
Xander unlocked the door for us, and we stepped into the fanciest hotel suite I’d ever seen.
“What is this?” I asked him softly, as he shut the door behind us and flipped the lock.
I actually hoped he’d say something like,You’re a princess, so you get a suite for a princess.
But he just said, “Neutral ground.”
Then he walked ahead of me into the suite and turned on a lamp.
“Oh.”
I took that to mean… he didn’t want to fuck me where he lived… or where I lived either?
I followed him into the room. It was a series of rooms that were all open to each other, with big sliding doors. A living room, kitchen, and a giant bedroom in the middle, with what had to be a king size bed.
And a huge wall of windows that looked out over the water. I could see mountains across the way, over the sparkling lights of North Vancouver.
After taking it all in, I found Xander looking at me. He was standing by the bed.
I took a few more steps into the bedroom. Then I slipped off my shoes, setting my bare feet on the carpet.
Without breaking eye contact, I took a deep breath, reached up and slipped the strap of my dress off my shoulder.
But Xander walked over to me and laid his hand over mine, stopping me.
“Not so fast,” he murmured. “Come here.” He took my hand and drew me into the adjoining bathroom, where he turned on a light. “You should have a bath first.”
I stood in the middle of the big, sparkling-clean room while he knelt by the giant bath and started filling it with water.
“Why?” I said, looking around. “Because I’m so filthy?”
He shot me a dirty look. “Because it will help you relax.”
I stood by the bathroom door, watching, as he left the bathroom and went over to the bar. He searched through the fridge, and pulled out a bottle of wine. He opened it and poured two glasses.
Then he brought them back over to me and handed me a glass.
“Hmm,” I mused, taking it from his hand. “You serve minors in this establishment?”
“Don’t make it twisted.”
