thought. The urge to give over to him and let him guide her was overwhelming.
She was never a very forceful person. She hung back usually, went with the flow. Never a leader always a follower and her gut told her to follow her mystery man wherever he led her.
“I could get hurt,” she said, her heart saying out loud what it was screaming to her mind.
“Not with me, promise,” he returned quickly.
“You can’t know that. We just met! You could have to leave tomorrow. I let you in, I may regret it for the rest of my life,” she whispered.
“Don’t ever regret trusting me, Libby. I’ll prove to you every day, every second that you can trust me with whatever you’re willing to give me.”
He said that and Libby’s stomach dropped at the enormity of what he was saying. He was talking about feelings.
She was too, but she was also talking about her virginity. She’d held on this long to it, not that she thought if she slept with someone it was wrong.
Just that her first time would be a gift. Something she would share with one person forever. That one moment two people could never recreate. It was something that her parents had instilled in her and she’d also come to accept on her own.
She was waiting for true love. It didn’t have to be forever true love, but she never wanted to think back on her first time with any sense of regret.
It had to be perfect.
She continued chewing her lower lip thinking about what he offered. A stranger, that didn’t look at her like he just met her. He looked at her like she was the rarest of gems. Priceless, treasured and he did all of that with just a look.
“You scare me,” she said, then amended, “You’re overwhelming.”
Stryker’s gut dropped when she said those words, then thought about it for a second from her perspective.
Yeah, he was moving fast, but when something or someone already belonged to you, you wanted immediate possession.
Taking a deep breath he tried to project a calm tone which he wasn’t feeling, but wanted her to relax and at least listen to him.
“I understand, but you need to get that I can’t wait for you. I need you now, I need you with me. I’m not saying this to frighten you or warn you. This is just me. I’ve never met anyone that I wanted as much as you. I’m overwhelmed myself. I wish I could explain to you what I’m feeling. It’s not all in my pants, although that’s certainly part of it.” He watched a blush move over her cheeks. He liked making her blush.
“Can you imagine starving, having nothing but bread and water for months. Then someone hands you your favorite dessert. Would you be cautious and wait? Make sure they weren’t going to offer something better? Or would you dive right in and devour it before anyone else could have it?”
Stryker realized the more he talked to her the easier it was getting. He wouldn’t be caught dead saying anything like this to any woman he just met. This was his mate. He’d embarrass himself, sing her praises, literally, and woo her any way he had to.
“I always like dessert first,” she admitted. Liking his analogy as it was one her and her hips understood.
“I’ve been starving, Libby. You’re so fucking delicious and I won’t deny myself,” he growled.
He grabbed her before she could speak again and sealed her mouth to his. He ate at her mouth, sucked and bit on her lips. He knew it was aggressive, but fuck him, it was all he could do not to take more.
Libby let her mouth open to his, not for a second did she think of denying him. Those first kisses were unlike anything she’d ever had. She wanted more and she wanted to practice with him. She was getting the hang of it. She also realized quickly if she just let him do the work he was more than happy to keep her busy.
Pulling back slowly from him, Libby tried to recreate what he did to her earlier and sucked on his lower lip. He let her and it was thrilling for her to snatch a tiny bit of control.
“I think we