Page 31 of Entangled
When he rises to his full height and cages me in with his arms, I melt into a pool of lust. Nothing compares to the desire coursing through my body. All the clit ticklers in the world can’t compete with what his tongue just did. Now I’m ready to feel him inside me.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, breathless.
“Are you sure you want this?” As he looms over me, his steady gaze is at odds with the gravel in his voice. “I need to hear you say it.”
“What part of ‘rail me like a hurricane rattles a screen door’ did you not understand?”
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Oh, I understood you the first time, Princess. I just wanted to hear it again.”
I stand on my tiptoes and brush my lips over his mouth. “I’ll say it as many times as you want, as long as you fuck me.”
“Christ, Rowan. You’re killing me.” Henry shoves his borrowed sweatpants down, freeing his cock. He closes the distance between us, and his rock-hard length presses into my belly. He’s long. Andmuchthicker than Thor.
“Wow,” I whisper, meeting his gaze again. “You’re impressive.”
“Now you’re giving me an ego.” Snatching my wrist, he drags my hand up and down his shaft. He groans when I tighten my grip and continue to stroke him. “That feels so good. No one has touched me in alongfucking time.”
“Same.” More like never.
“How about we change that?”
“Yes, please.” I weave my arms around his neck and slide my fingertips into his hair.
“Good answer.” His lips meet mine in a scorching kiss as he lifts me by the thighs. “Wrap your legs around me.” I do as I’m told, and Henry presses me against the wall like the hero in all my sexy fantasies. He reaches between us to line himself up. “Hold on tight, Princess.” Kissing me once more, he slowly presses inside me.
Before I have the chance to acclimate to the mix of pleasure and pain, he slams his hips forward and fills me to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, digging my nails into the back of his neck as he moves. The intensity of each thrust takes my breath away until I can only gasp his name. “Henry.”
Stilling his hips, he pulls back to look at my face. “You OK?”
“It’s just…I need you to slow down a little.”
“Thought you wanted a hurricane?”
“I do, but…this is my first time. I guess I’m not quite ready for that yet.”
“Wait.” Henry’s eyes widen as he pulls out. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yes. Well, Iwasfive minutes ago, anyway.”
“Seriously?”
I cock my head to the side. “Did you miss the part about how I haven’t left the house in fifteen years?”
“No,” he murmurs, clearly stunned out of the ability to give anything more than one-word responses.
“Well, that doesn’t allow for much of a sex life. I mean, I’ve used toys—as you know—but I’ve never hadactualsex before.”
He blinks a few times before finally clearing his throat. “Rowan, that’s the kind of thing you should tell a guy beforehand.”
My heart sinks. “I didn’t wanna make it weird.” Which is exactly what I did by overestimating my ability to handle him. My bravado killed the perfect moment. He must think I’m pathetic now. I drop my gaze in shame.
“Hey. It doesn’t have to be weird.” He tilts my chin up and stares into my eyes. There’s no judgment in his, only concern. “But it does change things a little.”
“I don’t want it to change things.”
“Oh, but it does.” Brushing his thumb over my bottom lip, he adds, “Because now I need to make this extra memorable.”
