Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“Ambrosia…” he starts, and I take a step forward to comfort him. I cup his face how he did mine before he kissed me, and he drops his forehead to mine. I stroke him slowly, and his breathing is erratic and so sexy.
“Let me take care of you,” I whisper, and he places his hand on my hip, holding me tightly, but he doesn’t let me stroke him.
“I need you to know something.”
Warning bells go off in my head. Shit, does he have an STI? Damn it, why… I knew this was too good to be true.
I swallow hard, my eyes moving back and forth between his. “Yeah?”
“You’re going to laugh.”
I furrow my brows. “I’m the furthest from laughing right now. More like I’m about to combust if you don’t get a condom on and get inside me.”
He lets out a small sound of distress, his fingers biting into my wrist. “Ambrosia.”
“What?”
He looks so anxious, and I don’t understand why. This is the very first time I’ve ever seen him not fully confident in himself. The man owns the field, the ice—hell, any place he goes. He demands respect, attention, and he thrives on it. It makes absolutely no sense to me since this right here is his jam. Sex, fornicating, ruining women for all men, yet Dawson is trembling.
And not in the way I want him to.
With only three whispered words, I figure out why.
“I’m a virgin.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Dawson
You know that moment when an athlete gets hurt?
I’ve seen some pretty gruesome hits, on the ice and the field, and everyone’s reactions are always the same.
There is the “Oh!”
And then the silence.
The kind of silence that makes your skin crawl and your heart pound in your chest from the unknown.
I feel how every single spectator does in that instant as I gaze down into Ambrosia’s shocked eyes. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen, and she has me on the edge, ready to fall right into her plush body. I’m truly freaked out by what will come out of her mouth once my truth processes in her gorgeous brain. She looks absolutely stunning, as always, and I shouldn’t be concerned with telling her this. I’ve said time and time again that my past doesn’t matter, and it doesn’t.
But I need her to know. To realize how fucking important she is to me.
Her hand is still firmly around my cock, and I swear I’ve never been this hard in my life. I’m leaking for this girl, and that has never happened.
She’s just perfect.
Her hair is falling out of her bun from our tumbling on the couch and floor. Her top is barely containing her ample breasts, and her skirt is stuck around her waist, showing her glistening center and release-covered, thick thighs. A sweet pink center I devoured and can still taste on my lips and thighs that have little bite marks from me.
Yeah, she totally looks like mine.
I want her all over again.
Forever.
But I want to be honest.
While I’m freaking out, I love how expressive she is, how I can see the gears in her head grinding as she processes. I’m in awe of this woman as she narrows her eyes and tilts her head ever so slightly to the left. Her lips part, but then she presses them together as she eyes me like she is trying to find the lie or the joke. I fully expect her to laugh, to call me a liar, but instead, she asks, “A virgin?”
I swallow as I tighten my grip on her wrist. I would let go of her, but I know she’ll start moving and then I’ll be coming everywhere before I even get inside her. “Yes.”
“As in you’ve never had penetrative sex?”
I nod, biting the inside of my cheek. “Yes.”
She blinks. “Why are you lying to me?”
I inhale sharply, letting my breath out through my nose. “I’m not,” I promise. “I know what you’ve heard, but it’s true.”
Her eyes narrow further in disbelief. “Dawson, I’ve heard of you hooking up.”
I nod. “But no one can say I fucked them, and if they did, they’re lying.”
She pauses, her brows pulling in. She blinks a few more times. “You only let the Graces suck you off.” It’s not a question, but I nod all the same. “You’ve only done oral? Really?”
I nod again. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I was focused. I didn’t want to get trapped with a kid.”
Her mouth parts slightly as her eyes bore into mine. I swear I can see her brain telling her that I’m a liar, but thankfully, her heart is on my side. She knows I wouldn’t lie to her, and I won’t. I’m not. I really haven’t been with anyone, nor have I wanted to until her. But I haven’t wanted a lot of things until Ambrosia flicked me in the nose. Now, I want anything and everything she’ll give me. I want to be so deep inside her and never move. I want to taste her, feel her, and consume her all at once.