Page 54 of The Virgin Game Plan (Rules of Love 2)
I draw a deep breath as he settles between my legs. I lift my arms, sliding my hands up his pecs as he presses the head of his cock against my clit. I’m already sensitive from what he just did to me, but the sensation is so incredible, it sends a lightning bolt of lust through my body.
He rubs the head up and down my wetness, and I moan, trembling with a new wave of desire. As I run my hands down his chest, savoring the feel of his firm muscles, then the ladder of his abs, he lifts his face, meets my eyes, and asks, “Is this good?”
I nod, breathing out, as my whole body tingles from the promise of pleasure. “It’s so good.”
I love saying what I want. I love telling him my desires. I get a thrill out of asking for my own pleasure. My hands travel lower, roaming through the hair on his abdomen. “I want you inside me,” I whisper. “And I want you to tell me what to do next. Because that turns me on.”
He clenches his jaw, draws a deep breath, then whispers in the dirtiest voice I’ve heard from him, “Spread your legs, beautiful. Let your knees fall open more.”
I do as he asks, giving him room between my thighs.
“And watch me. Watch me as I slide into you,” he says, and pleasure ripples down my spine from his dirty words.
“I think I like a dirty talker,” I say as I stare down at his hand on his cock.
“Then you’ve got one,” he says as he nudges the head against my wet center, then pushes in the slightest bit.
I’m so aroused, but I’m still expecting it to hurt, so I tense.
My knees rise up, closing.
He stops. “You okay?”
I nod, but a prickle of fear wedges into my chest, and I can’t quite relax again.
This is Holden. This is the man you’ve waited for.
It might hurt for a minute. But it probably won’t after that. I let my legs fall open again, and he slides in an inch or so.
It hurts, and it feels good.
I gasp, my breath hitching. “Oh.”
“Does it hurt?” He sounds terribly worried.
I shake my head. “Only a tiny bit.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head. “Please don’t stop. Just go slow.”
“I will. I’ll give you anything you need.”
As he fills me a little more, a small spark of pain shoots through my center. Even as the sliver of tension works its way inside me, I feel a bloom of pleasure too—the sensation of being filled, of him going deeper.
Of the prospect of bliss and delicious sensations radiating through my body.
“Reese, tell me if you want me to stop. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”
“Just take it slow. Just like you’re doing. Everything you’re doing is perfect,” I say.
“Anything for you,” he whispers. Then he lowers his face, brushes a soft kiss to my jaw, and says it again. “Anything for you, beautiful.”
From anyone else, it would feel like a line.
From another man, it would feel like a lie.
But from him, it feels all true, every word of it, every breath of it.
And like that, I relax fully. I tell myself to breathe—just breathe. I wrap my legs around him, inviting him in, and the tension slinks away, leaving only this bone-deep connection and the promise of more.
I roam my hands down his back then curl them over his ass.
Holy buns of steel.
I let out a carnal groan. “Oh my God.”
He gives me a cocky grin. “What’s that for?”
“Your ass is made of iron,” I say, squeezing it, kneading it. “It’s hard as a rock.”
He laughs. “Glad the workouts are effective.”
“Oh, they are. They definitely are,” I say, squeezing harder. Not only does he feel amazing, but this touch also lets me control the penetration. I tug him a little deeper. He slides in farther, his eyes locked on me as if making sure I’m good.
I am so good.
I am so unbelievably good with Holden Kingsley making love to me.
He fills me all the way, bottoming out. Reflexively, I draw a sharp intake of breath, but not from pain, from the intensity, the tightness. And the awareness—at last, here we are, where I want to be. I wriggle, letting myself adjust to the intrusion, to the feel of a man inside me all the way at last.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer.
“How you doin’?”
I smile and nod, my arms wrapping around his neck now. “Pretty damn good,” I whisper.
He drops the softest kiss to my neck, chased by a nibble that’s somehow both sweet and possessive. It’s tender and fierce, and that’s exactly who he is and precisely why I’m falling for a man I can’t possibly be with.
Not the way I want.
Except he is all I want right now.
