Page 19 of The Virgin Game Plan (Rules of Love 2)
He dips his mouth to my face, whispering a kiss to my lips. Then a soft, satisfied “Hi” against my cheek.
But now isn’t the time to linger in the aftereffects. Drawing a breath, I push gently on his shoulders so he meets my gaze.
“I need to tell you something,” I say, my lips a straight line.
“Of course,” he says, going serious, intense.
I picture myself in a volleyball game, prepping to serve.
No room for fear.
Just say it.
“That was the first time I’ve had an orgasm through oral.” That seems like a good way to start.
His grin is cocky, delighted. It’s a great look on his handsome face.
He’s damn pleased, but he’s pleased for me. Not because he’s going to thump his chest in victory. He’s happy to have done this for me.
“I want to give you every type of orgasm,” he says.
I shiver at the way he talks to me, filthy and full of adoration at the same time.
“I want all of them,” I continue. “And I want all of you.”
I slide my hand down his chest, over the hard planes of his abs, one straight shot for his cock, as if to make my point clear.
I grip his length, stroking it, thrilling at the feel of his dick twitching in my hand.
Wow. Just wow.
This is all-new too. And it’s hot as hell.
He gives a small sigh that’s chased by a carnal groan as I grip him harder.
I don’t want to stop touching him now that I’ve started. One second, and I’m addicted.
I squeeze the base, then slide my hand back up, savoring the velvet smoothness.
I’m no maestro of dick, no conductor of cock. But the feel of him, hard and thick, is extraordinary.
“I want you so much, beautiful.”
I smile, my heart tripping with a giddy kind of happiness as he gives me a term of endearment.
That’s why he’s the one I want to lose it to. But I need to finish the confession.
Will he turn away? Will he say no? Will I scare him?
“Holden, I’m—”
AC/DC blares.
I furrow my brow, drop his dick, and push up on my elbows as the opening notes of “Highway to Hell” blast from his phone.
He groans, a long, annoyed sigh of frustration.
“That’s the head of travel,” he says.
It takes me a few seconds to register his meaning as he rolls off me and grabs his phone from the nightstand.
“Hey, MJ. What’s up?”
There’s a pause, and his eyes close, his jaw ticks. “For real?”
Another pause.
I can’t make out what MJ is saying, but Holden gives a resigned sigh as he opens his eyes. “Yeah. I’ll be there in about an hour.”
My throat tightens, and so do my shoulders. All the yummy sensations inside me disappear, just like that.
With his phone still in his hand, he sinks deeper into the pillow, drags his other hand through his hair, then turns to face me. “Weather people predict a thunderstorm coming in the middle of the night in Texas. I was supposed to be on the morning flight, but apparently, that flight is canceled, so the head of travel just put me on a plane that leaves in an hour and twenty minutes.” He winces like he’s in pain. “I’m so sorry.”
Disappointment just might overwhelm me, but I take the news like a big girl. “I’m sorry that you have to go.” On so many levels. Sorry doesn’t begin to cover it.
He heaves another sigh, the most frustrated one yet.
Rolling out of bed, he reaches for his clothes on the floor, pulling on his boxer briefs. All my plans for the night speed away, tearing out the door without even a second glance.
This tryst is over. My heart feels like a bag of sand.
But there are practical matters to attend to. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, head straight for my bureau, and pull on a pair of fresh underwear then a T-shirt and my jeans.
By the time I’m done, Holden is fully dressed too. He turns to me with intense contrition on his face and sets his hands on my shoulders. “I want to see you again. I need to see you again. Will you give me your number?”
“Of course.”
He types my number into his phone then sends me a text so I’ll have his. I don’t look at it yet though.
“Holden,” I say, lifting my chin, tearing off the Band-Aid. “The thing I started to tell you?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m a virgin.”
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Holden
That was not what I thought she’d say.
It takes me a few seconds to process that information, to reroute my thoughts. But in that time, everything clicks into place.
The I’ve never.
The flashes of innocence and the flickers of shyness, chased by longing, followed by lust.
The way she responded like everything was new to her.
What a gift. What an absolute gift.
I’d be lying if I said her virginity doesn’t turn me on.
