“Did I disappoint?”

She smirks, tugging at something inside me. “I’m quite certain you’ve never disappointed a female in your life.”

The room is silent for a moment, and I continue undressing, toeing off my shoes and removing my socks.

“You were my first in so many ways,” she says.

I glance over at her, where she’s laying back on the bed. “And you were mine,” I say.

She sighs, wistfully. “It was a lifetime time ago.”

It feels like just yesterday. I turn away from her, so she can’t see the longing in my eyes. I remove my dress shirt and cotton undershirt, leaving me in my boxer briefs momentarily. I grab a pair of loose athletic shorts from my bag and tug them on, then I join her on the bed.

“Thank you for tonight. I’m glad you came with me.”

“You’re welcome,” she says. “I’m glad I’m here. With you.” She reaches out for my hand, it’s an innocent gesture, but given the circumstances—her with her bare pussy under that T-shirt, and me shirtless, it’s all the invitation I need. My cock hardens visibly, tenting the thin shorts I have on.

“Mia…” My throat constricts, and I fight off a wave of desire. “I… fuck.” I squeeze her hand and let it go.

Her eyes widen as her gaze travels down my bare chest to my lap, and she chews on her lower lip. “Collins…” The emotion and longing in her voice are unmistakable. Why in the fuck I thought I could share a bed with this woman, I have no idea. It’s our first night here, and I want to ravage her—fuck her senseless in a thousand different positions until she can no longer stand.


She places her hand flat against my belly and meets my eyes. “You’re aroused,” she says. Her touch is gentle, but I can still feel the heat of her warm palm against my skin. Her honesty is beautiful. Her words are simple, but she always speaks the truth.

“Yes,” I say, hoarsely. “I’m in bed with a beautiful woman.”

She blinks and her eyes fall from mine. She’s never been great at taking a compliment. Placing two fingers under her chin, I lift her face so she’s looking at me again. “You’re incredible. The way you were tonight.” I swallow. I have to take a moment to compose myself, otherwise I’m going to admit things that are better kept quiet. “You’re amazing. And I can’t lie, you turn me on so much.”

“I want you to kiss me again,” she says, her tongue dampening her lower lip.

“Trust me, I want to.” I clench my fists at my sides. “I have to deal with...”

“I know,” she interrupts. “It wouldn’t be right.” Her tone is sad, but filled with understanding.

I smile, appreciating that she isn’t going to make this any harder than it already is. Actually, if I got any harder, I might spontaneously combust. My balls feel heavy and achy. I need to come.

Lifting one hand to her face, I run my fingertips along her cheek, tracing her cheekbone, her jaw, touching my thumb to her lower lip. I push my thumb into the warmth of her plush lower lip and she makes a small sound of need. She’s so aroused, she’s practically trembling. She presses her thighs together and her quick inhale of breath tells me the tiny bit of friction was pleasurable. She’s wet. I can smell her faint scent, and I want to bury my face between her legs, and lap up every ounce of moisture from her pussy.

My hand resumes caressing her cheek. “Collins,” she groans, pressing her thighs together.

I recall Tatianna’s words during our last conversation. She lightly gripped my cock and said don’t let her lay a finger on this. A wicked thought invades my mind. If I use my own hand, I won’t be breaking my promise. My lust-filled brain knows the logic is all wrong, but none of me cares.

“Will you do something for me?” I ask, my voice breathless.

She nods.

“I want you to touch your pussy,” I whisper.

She sucks in a breath, and her eyes widen.

I push my thumb into her mouth, her lips parting to accept me. Her mouth is hot and wet and when she swirls her tongue around my thumb, I imagine it’s the head of my cock and release a strangled groan.

Removing my thumb, I reach down and palm my cock through my shorts. “Fuck.” My body aches with the need for a release.

When she opens her mouth to speak, I think she’s about to argue, to tell me that this is crazy. “Will you…” her eyes fall to my lap. “Stroke yourself too?” she asks.

I nod. “If you rub that swollen clit of yours.” I glance down at her bare legs, which are still pressed together.

She swallows, and her eyes get this determined look. It’s beautiful. She lifts her T-shirt, slowly, carefully, treating me to another erotic show.

My greedy gaze follows the path, eating up each inch of skin she exposes. She’s shaved bare, and my mouth waters knowing how smooth she’d be against my face. She continues lifting the shirt until she can pull it off over her head. I appreciate the dip in her soft belly, and the way her full, heavy breasts sway when she drops the shirt over the side of the bed.

Once she’s naked, she gets a little shy, and I worry for a second that she’s going to back out on me.

“Your breasts are beautiful,” I say. “Touch them for me,” I whisper.

Tentatively, she brings her hands to her breasts and cups their weight.

“Gorgeous,” I murmur, urging her on.