Make Me Yours by Marie Medina Read Free Book Online

sighed as their lips parted, the need to be inside her became overwhelming. He planted light kisses across her cheeks before kissing her mouth again. He ran one hand over her breasts, and she began unbuttoning her blouse. He pulled back slightly to look at her.
    Her heavy breathing made her breasts move up and down seductively, enticing him to touch them. He traced the edge of each of her bra’s cups with his fingers. He moved his fingers under one of the cups and toyed with her already hard nipple. When she arched against him, he rolled the nipple between his fingers. He pushed the fabric away so his mouth could replace his fingers. She gasped as he ran his tongue around it and ran her fingers into his hair and sighed again.
    “Erik.”
    He captured her mouth once more and moved his hands lower to rub her ass. When she pressed her body closer and rubbed against his cock, a thought stopped him cold. He groaned and pulled away from her. “I think you’re going to kill me.”
    “What?” Confusion clouded her face.
    “I don’t have any condoms.”
    “You don’t?”
    He shook his head. “No. This has all happened so suddenly, I didn’t think to buy any.”
    She nodded slowly, but then she smiled. “Well, at least I’m not just your latest conquest.”
    “Of course you aren’t, Susan. I’m sorry. I didn’t plan on us coming back here today.” He sighed. “I guess I thought I had more time to, uh, prepare.”
    “It’s okay, Erik. Better you remembered now.”
    They both sat up, and she began rearranging her bra and buttoning her blouse. He had to say something.
    “Susan?”
    “Yes?”
    She didn’t seem upset, but he wanted to explain. “Of course, there are plenty of things we could…well…do right now, but part of my plan of doing this ‘right’ is making love to you properly. Does that make sense? Any moment can turn romantic, or even erotic, but I want our first time to be special, not a fumbling make out session on the couch. I hope that doesn’t sound silly.” He touched her hand. “I’m very keen to make love to you in every room of this house, but I’d prefer to work up to that stage. As much as I want you, I don’t want to do anything wrong.”
    She’d lowered her eyes, and when she looked back at him he thought he saw a few tears there. “I’m a little disappointed, but that’s absolutely the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”
    “I’m not so sure that’s really true,” he said, though he was very pleased with the compliment. “If you’re upset you can tell me.”
    “Erik, I’m serious.” A tear did fall from her right eye, and she wiped it away. She kissed him on the cheek and then looked into his eyes. “You aren’t a decadent rake.”
    He started to respond, but she put one finger on his lips to silence him. Then she smiled. “You’re the most perfect gentleman I’ve ever met.”
    “I’m not sure you’ll say that after the second time we’ve made love.”
    She laughed seductively. He wanted her so much, but he truly wanted everything perfect for their first time.
    “Really? Is that when I get to meet the man with the scandalous reputation?”
    “Perhaps.”
    She moved away a little and folded her legs under her on the couch. “So why don’t you tell me all about it? Hmmm?”
    “About what?” Was she really asking what he thought she was asking?
    “Your reputation. What’s true? What isn’t?”
    “Depends what you’ve heard.”
    “How many women have you slept with?”
    He tried to calculate quickly. He hadn’t anticipated that question, and he didn’t want to take too long answering her. “About fifteen. I lost my virginity when I was seventeen.”
    She nodded. “Luke and Mark are the only men I’ve ever slept with. I told you how things turned out with Luke, and you know how they turned out with Mark.”
    “That does make me look like a bit of a rake, you have to admit.”
    “Maybe. Fifteen women in twenty-three years? That’s not so