Mr. Virile and the Girl Next Door by Gwen Hayes Read Free Book Online Page A

sending a rush of heat to her loins. They turned their heads to each other and without a second more of hesitation, they kissed.
    Dane’s kisses in the rain had been passionate and erotic, but she liked these more. They were needy and unpracticed kisses, coming from a place inside both of them that required human touch, human need. Something raw had happened to them during the storm, and it felt organic and elemental that they exorcise the fears in a primal way.
    He rolled over her and kissed down her neck and she shivered like she’d never been touched before. Her bra had a front latch and he growled his satisfaction as he unsnapped it, filling his hands with her breasts and groaning with appreciation.
    His mouth clamped over her breast and she arched, crying for more. His mouth was so hot. She gouged her nails down his back, then clamped her hands on his ass. God, what an ass he had. His cock pressed hard against her panties and he sucked her nipple with a sweet, sweet violence, taking her to a dark place of want.
    She was so close to coming already. She clamped her legs around his waist, urging him to slide against her harder. She was losing herself to him and didn’t care. A small but annoying voice in her head kept reminding her to stop, but then his hand slid between them and rubbed her through the cotton panties and all she could think about was his cock and how good it was going to feel deep inside her.
    This was wrong.
    “You feel so fucking good,” Dane said against her breast.
    “We can’t do this,” she said in a voice so small she half hoped he didn’t hear.
    He did, though, and his finger stilled on the button she wanted him to push more than anything. “Why?”
    “We’ve only been on three dates.”
    “That’s two more than I usually go on.”
    Normally, that would have been a cold shower’s worth of hell no , but he smelled so good and felt so perfect on top of her. She wanted to taste him everywhere.
    No, no, no. No, Holly.
    “I advise my readers to wait until at least the seventh date to have sex. It sets up an expectation that you value intimacy and builds anticipation.”
    “Seven?” He lowered his forehead to her chest and groaned, his hot breath making her squirm under him deliciously. “You better quit moving if you really want me to stop.”
    That was the kicker, wasn’t it? She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to throw her own rules out the window and have sex with this man that she vacillated between like and distrust with.
    “So, we already agreed to date for a few weeks, why can’t we sleep together now? We’re guaranteed seven dates, right?”
    “Because, the rule is important. It means that I respect myself and value real intimacy. It’s not just about keeping men committed to at least six dates…it’s about the value I am placing on my sexuality.”
    “I value your sexuality really a lot, I promise.” But even as he said it, he was rolling off her to his back.
    It was cold without him. She wanted him back.
    He’d thrown an arm over his eyes and was trying to rein in the overwhelming lust she’d just made him turn off.
    “I’m sorry,” she said. And she was.
    “Don’t be,” he answered. “It’s okay, really.” He rolled back to his side and looked at her, really looked at her. For a moment, he said nothing, but the sexual tension between them wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “So,” he said, trailing his fingers lightly over her breasts. “It occurs to me that there are different levels of intimacy.” He tweaked a nipple and she gasped. “Building blocks, if you will. Perhaps…” His hand slid down, tracing the lace waistband of her panties. “Perhaps, we could do stuff…but not all the stuff?”
    She arched her pelvis toward his hand without thought. “You mean like two teenagers making out in a basement under a sleeping bag in only their underwear?”
    He cupped her in that big, warm hand, drawing all sensation south. “You know my