Page 51 of The Virgin Game Plan (Rules of Love 2)
I know where this day is heading, and I still don’t have any regrets about listening to my instincts right now.
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Holden
There are no candles. No soft music. No flowers to set the mood.
Don’t need those.
We set the mood nearly two years ago the afternoon we met. The afternoon we sparked.
Chemistry—it only grows stronger between this woman and me. We might have faded to embers while we were apart, but we’re roaring again, a fire lit with one glance, one touch, one day together.
Just like before. That’s all it seems to take between us.
A little bit of time.
A few hours together, and boom.
We combust from each other. From the getting-to-know-you, from the flirting, from the feeling.
All I want now is to feel Reese against me.
The second the door shuts, I haul her close, kissing her hard and fierce, the way I wanted to kiss her in the Lyft.
I capture her mouth with mine, and she moans the instant we make glorious, mind-bending contact. She arches against me, slinking her arms around my neck, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair.
I’m acutely aware that she’s a virgin, but she’s no blushing innocent. She’s all woman, completely attuned to her own sexuality, to her own needs. There’s heat and hunger in her sounds and in the way she knows her body—the way she wants to know my body too.
This kiss is urgent and hungry, stoked by need.
We aren’t teasing or lingering anymore.
We’re pent-up, and the rumbles that fall from my lips let her know how much I want her.
When we break the kiss, both of us are panting. Even though she’s given her permission by being here, I still want to make sure she’s on board every step of the way. “Are you good with this, Reese?”
“With this and with whatever happens next,” she adds, fire blazing in those crystal irises.
I slide a thumb along her jaw. “Then tell me what you want next, and I’ll give it to you.”
“The same thing I wanted that first night with you,” she says in a daring tone. “You, inside me.”
I growl, running my hand down the front of her sweater, my fingers tracing the outline of her breasts as I slide lower to her belly. “You feel even better than the other night. And you felt pretty spectacular then.”
She rises on tiptoe, leans in toward my ear, and whispers, “Do you think I’d feel even better with my . . . clothes off?”
“Yes. Fucking yes.” My entire body shudders with lust. I hold her face. Stare into her eyes. “You’re a woman who knows her mind, right?”
She nods. “I am.”
“Then tell me, beautiful. Have you thought about how you want me to make love to you? Do you want me on top? Do you want to ride me? We can sit on my bed, and you can be in my lap,” I say, stopping to take a breath, because holy fuck, that sounds hot. Her eyes blaze, and I’m guessing she likes that too. “How do you want to do this? Because I want it to feel incredible for you.”
She nibbles on her lower lip. “Well, the one thing I want is for it to be with you.”
I laugh, lean in, and kiss her nose. “You’ve got that, beautiful.”
Then I pull back and wait.
She lifts her chin. “This is where I confess that I’m a bit of a researcher when it comes to sex.”
I arch a brow. That’s interesting. “What do you research? Do you mean porn? Or do you mean articles on sex? Or something else entirely?”
“I read a lot. I’ve kind of studied up on it.”
I shake my head, amazed, and turned on even more. I want to know everything about this woman and what makes her tick. “Tell me what you looked up,” I say, sliding my hand down her side, savoring the feel of her.
“Articles and info on what feels good. Tips for the first time. Tips for the best positions for a woman’s pleasure.”
I blow out a stream of air. Damn. “That’s incredibly sexy that you’re so attuned to your body and your wishes that you’re researching it.”
Her fingers play with the ends of my hair. “Want to know what I learned?”
I lean in closer, kissing the corner of her mouth. “I absolutely do.”
“I’m pretty simple. I want to be spread out on your bed, look up at you, and feel you move inside me. I want to be underneath you and feel the weight of your body on mine.”
A blast of heat rips through me as those tantalizing images flicker before my eyes, beautiful and beckoning. “I’ll give you everything you want.” I reach for her hand and guide her to the bedroom in the back of my home.
I take my time, unbuttoning then sliding off her top, kissing her bare skin as I reveal it—her shoulder, her stomach, her breasts as I remove her bra. Savoring the softness of her skin, I move lower, kissing her belly button, licking that strip of flesh right above the top of her jeans before I undo the button.
