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“It’s not that,” she whispered, covering my hand with hers. “It’s just…I haven’t done this before.”

  “This?” I asked.

  “This. Sex.” She waited a beat. “Nicco, I’m a virgin.”

  Eighteen

  Ravenna

  You idiot.

  I couldn’t believe I’d just blurted it out like that.

  Right here.

  In this…where were we? In some sort of closet. I smelled cleaning products. Shit, we were in a janitor’s closet.

  I’d just blurted out that I was a virgin to a guy I barely knew right in the middle of making out with said guy…in a janitor’s closet.

  Earth, open up and swallow me, I thought miserably.

  Nicco hadn’t said anything.

  He smoothed his hands down my sides, and I could all but hear his gentle dismissal now.

  Maybe we should take a step back…

  “Look, I wasn’t telling you because I wanted you to stop. I just…well, I figured you should know before we went any further,” I said, nerves biting and chewing at me.

  What was I going to do if he decided he didn’t want to be with me? It wasn’t like I could make him. I sure as hell wouldn’t beg him. What if–

  “Do you want to do this?” he asked, his voice tender.

  I blinked, looking up, trying to find his face in the dark.

  I could just barely make out the shadow of it in the thin slit of light coming in under the door. “Yes,” I told him.

  “Then we’ll leave. Your place or mine?”

  “Ah…” I shook my head, confused. “What?”

  “Your first time isn’t going to be in a janitor’s closet, Ravenna. Your place or mine?”

  My mouth dry, I cleared my throat. It took two tries to finally force the words out. “My place…I think?” I hesitated another moment, then said, “I don’t…I don’t have anything. I’m on the pill, but…”

  “I’ll take care of it.” He pressed his lips to my forehead, an impossibly gentle gesture. “What’s your address?”

  “I…um…” I told him. “I can grab a pen, write it down.”

  “I’ll remember.” He kissed me softly once more before easing away. “I’ll wait here a few moments. Why don’t you get your stuff and go shower?”

  “What about–”

  “I need a minute or two,” he said, his voice sounding wry.

  “Oh.” Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I ducked out of the room, almost positive there would be somebody out there, somebody who’d take one look at me and know.

  There was nobody.

  Hurrying over to my bag, I grabbed it. I was about ready to run to the changing room when I forced myself to slow to a walk.

  Nobody was watching me.

  Nobody cared what I’d been doing just now or what I was about to do.

  It was my concern.

  I took my time walking to the locker room, ignoring the urge to look back and see if anybody was staring at me, ignoring the urge to look for Nicco. He’d said he needed a few minutes.

  I remembered the hard bulge pressing against me, felt my face flush.

  This time, it wasn’t in embarrassment, but it wasn’t exactly the same rush of hunger washing over me as I’d felt earlier either.

  I was getting ready to have sex. For the first time.

  Suddenly, I was nervous.

  Grabbing my toiletry kit, I darted into one of the showers and pressed my back to the stall wall just as the nerves overcame me, and I started to shake.

  Oh, shit. What was I getting myself into?

  I got home in record time.

  Rushing into my bedroom, I threw off the clothes I’d worn to the gym and grabbed a newer pair of jeans, a pair that fit better and pulled them on, then ditched the boring old cotton bra for a red racer back. I pulled on a black tank top, then rushed around my bedroom, setting it to rights.

  If I’d known I’d be losing my virginity today, I would have cleaned the house better before I left.

  Finally, it was neat as I could get it without doing actual cleaning – and if I’d had time for that, I would have done it.

  Fortunately, I was neat by nature so there wasn’t much to do.

  Once I was done, I stood in the middle of the living room, wondering what else I should do while I waited. I thought about music and was about to start looking for a track to put on when something crucial dawned on me.

  I should brush my teeth.

  Sure, we’d just had our tongues down each other’s throats, but I really, really should brush my teeth.

  Music could wait.

  I hurried into the bathroom to take care of business and had made it halfway through when I heard him knocking on the door. Damn! I finished up and wiped my mouth on the towel before calling out, “Be there in a minute!”

  I practically ran through the apartment and yanked open the door, breathing harder than I liked.

  “Hi,” I said, meeting Nicco’s eyes.

  He gave me a slow smile that made something deep and low in my stomach twist.

  “You want to come in?”

  “I most definitely do.”

  I stepped aside to admit him and drew in a deep breath, hoping to steady myself, but all that breath did was bring the scent of him deep, deep into my lungs and my head. It was like I was filling myself with him, and he hadn’t even touched me. Yet.

  As I closed the door behind me, I clenched my hands into fists, then relaxed them, telling myself not to be nervous.

  I hadn’t been, earlier. Not when we’d just been kissing.

  Although, again, what we’d been doing was so much more than just kissing. Licking my lips, I turned to face him, and he stood a few feet away. A few too many feet away in my opinion.

  “I…um…” A weak laugh escaped me. “I’m nervous now.”

  “Don’t be.” He moved in closer and dipped his head, pressing his mouth to the curve of my neck and shoulder. “You smell delicious, Ravenna.”

  I nuzzled his chest, breathing him in. “You don’t smell too bad yourself.”

  He chuckled, and I felt the sound vibrate through his chest into mine.

  He gripped my hips and pulled me in close. “I think we were right about…” Nicco grazed my lips with his and murmured, “here. Does that sound about right?”

  Before I could answer him, he kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth as I opened for him. Rising up onto my toes, I wrapped my arms around his neck, flattening my breasts against his chest.

  He curled both of his arms around me, one hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck, the other gripping my hip, his long fingers spread out to press into my ass.

  It still wasn’t enough, and I wiggled against him, feeling his cock pressing against my belly.

  “Slow down, Ravenna. We have all night,” he whispered against my lips.

  “I don’t want to slow down.”

  “Too bad,” he said, lifting his head. His dark blue eyes met mine. “It’s your first time. You’re going to enjoy it…and remember it.”

  I didn’t see how it could be otherwise, but I didn’t bother pointing that out.

  I also didn’t bother arguing with him, because he chose that moment to pick me up, boosting me into his arms and guiding my legs until they were around his hips.

  “Where is your bedroom?” he asked.

  I nodded in the direction and pressed my mouth to his neck, just like he’d done to me.

  He shuddered against me, and I felt his cock pulse against my belly. I whimpered in reaction because it just felt so good.

  “You’re so damn hot…so sexy,” he muttered, his mouth seeking out mine. I moaned as he dragged me up then down, the ridge of his cock rubbing against me. The friction of the denim between my legs was almost too much, almost more than I could handle, and he kept doing it, moving me up and down. For a delicious moment, I thought I’d come just from that alone.

  But then he stopped, laying me down on the bed.

  “No�
��not like that. I’ve been dying to taste you again. You want to come again, you do it against my face. I’m going to eat that pretty pussy, Ravenna.”

  I blushed at the starkly delivered words but didn’t argue with him as he stripped my jeans and panties away, leaving me clad in just the tank top and bra as he went to his knees next to the bed.

  He slid his eyes up and watched me for a long moment, then pressed his mouth to the crease of my thigh, my hip bone, skimmed his lips along the slight curve of my belly before rubbing them against my skin.

  I was shaking, curling my fingers into the comforter beneath me to keep from reaching for him. Then he nuzzled me through the curls shielding the folds between my thighs, and I gasped, my hips rocking upward of their own volition.

  Nicco smoothed a hand down my right thigh and caught my knee, drawing my leg up until he could guide my right ankle into position on the bed. “Stay like that, Ravenna, nice and open for me.”

  I whimpered. I blushed. He was watching me, and I felt both exposed and aroused. Too exposed. Too aroused. I didn’t know how to handle the rush of sensation jolting through me, and instinctively, I went to close my thighs, but just as I did so, he pressed his mouth right to my core, his tongue licking me from bottom to top, opening me completely.

  I shrieked, startled.

  It was like he’d just doused me with liquid fire, only there was no pain.

  Just pure, insane heat, the kind of heat that would drive a person wild. He did it again and again, then stopped as he reached the hard bud at the top of my slit. I tensed, uncertain what he’d do next, and he closed his mouth around the little knot and bit me.

  I moaned and bucked against him.

  He responded by sliding two fingers inside me.

  I let go of the comforter and reached for him, shoving my hands into his hair.

  I didn’t know what I planned to do, but then he nuzzled me, and I shoved myself up against him and whispered, “Please…”

  He groaned against me, and I shuddered because that groan seemed to vibrate right through me.

  He twisted the fingers he’d pushed inside me, scissoring them.

  Gasping, I wiggled against him, whimpering his name.

  “I want to feel you come, Ravenna,” he said against me. He muttered the words, right there against my pussy where I was wet and slick and ready for him.

  If he kept this up, I was going to come all right. Just this and it would be messy and loud. I was already loud. I could hear myself moaning and saying his name as I thrashed on the bed, and some part of me was appalled.

  But the rest of me just didn’t care.

  He licked me again and lifted up just a little. I cried out, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he started to stab at my clit with his tongue, pushing me closer and closer.

  Then I was falling, coming harder and faster than I had the last time he’d touched me, and that had been the most intense orgasm of my life.

  He worked me through it, and as I laid there, gasping and trying to still my heart, he started to kiss his way up my body, pushing my tank top out of the way as he went.

  “I’ve been dying to see you naked,” he growled, taking the shirt with him as he kissed his way along my torso, up to my breasts. The red racerback had pushed my average-sized tits together, making them look a little better than normal, and he seemed happy with what he found, pushing his face into my cleavage and groaning.

  He flipped the front catch on the bra, and I sucked in a breath as he caught my breasts in his wide, long-fingered hands, working my nipples to tight, aching points.

  The smooth material of his dress shirt rubbed against my skin, and I reached up, fisting my hands in it. “Can’t we take this off?” I asked, tugging at it.

  He pushed up onto one knee. “Your wish is my command,” he said with a teasing grin.

  Pushing up onto my elbows, I watched, mouth going dry as he undid the buttons, then slowly stripped the shirt away, tossing it off to the side. He had a plain undershirt on beneath it, and it went the same direction as the dress shirt.

  When he was done, he knelt above me, bare chested, the hard muscles of his torso and abdomen perfectly sculpted. I reached up, eager to touch.

  Muscles jumped under my hands, and I shot a look up at his face, but his head had fallen back, exposing his neck.

  Curious, I dragged my nails down his skin.

  He shivered and lowered his head, staring at me through slitted eyes.

  As we stared at each other, he caught one of my hands and dragged it to his mouth, pressing the palm to his lips. He placed a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot at the center of my palm before tumbling me back onto the bed.

  His mouth took mine once more, and I opened for him.

  His kisses were something I could gorge on, intoxicating and rich.

  Threading my fingers through his hair, I arched up against him, desperate for more. What was he waiting on, anyway? Hadn’t we had enough foreplay and fooling around?

  A choked laugh escaped him, and that was when I realized I’d spoken out loud.

  “Fooling around? Is that what you call this? These are some of my best moves, lady.” His mouth sought out mine, and I caught his biceps, nails biting into his skin, hungry for more.

  He slid his knee between my thighs, and I cried out as I felt him press up against me. I was so wet it was almost embarrassing, and now he was sliding me up and down his thigh…still wearing his slacks too.

  Red-faced, I stared up at him.

  He dipped his face down, rubbed his mouth over mine. “Why are you blushing?”

  But I shook my head, unable to put it into words.

  “If you’re feeling embarrassed…don’t. I love how you react, Ravenna,” he said, sliding his hand between us and cupping me. He pushed two fingers inside me, his eyes on mine as he slowly twisted his wrist. “I love how wet you are, how you respond when I kiss you. I love hearing you moan…”

  It was a good thing, because as he screwed those two fingers back inside me, I moaned again, unable to silence it.

  He pumped his wrist faster, working me closer and closer.

  “I want you so close to the edge when I come inside you…I don’t want this to hurt.”

  “I don’t care if it does,” I told him, thrusting up to meet his hand, half-blind with want of him.

  He laughed shakily. “You’re going to drive me insane, you know that?”

  I clenched down around him.

  Above me, he swore.

  “That’s it, baby…a little bit closer,” he muttered.

  I twisted against him, half mindless now.

  Then he stopped. Crying out in frustration, I reached for him, but he’d moved, rising up onto his knees between my thighs.

  I heard something rip, and through bleary eyes saw him pulling something out of a packet. Oh. Feeling a little foolish, I watched as he unrolled the rubber down his shaft. My mouth went dry looking at him, and my heart skipped a few beats. I had some insane urge to giggle and ask him something silly like…are you sure it will fit? But I wasn’t that naïve, and I wasn’t going to let myself come off as otherwise.

  When he stretched out on top of me, I met his eyes.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  Against my belly, I felt the weight and thickness of his cock sheathed in a slick, slightly sticky-feeling condom. I nodded. “I’d be better if you’d do something,” I told him.

  A slow smile curled his lips. “Oh, I’m getting ready to do all sorts of somethings, Ravenna.”

  I swallowed.

  He laughed softly and pushed up onto one elbow, sliding one hand down between us. I felt him fit the head of his cock against me and I braced myself.

  “Don’t do that,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to mine. He kissed me, soft, teasing kisses that soon had me chasing after his mouth for more. “Relax…that’s it…”

  Finally, he let me catch his mouth, and as I bit his lower lip, he sank inside me.

/>   I tensed, and he paused, concern etching his features. “Are you okay?”

  I nodded, but I wasn’t entirely sure I was being honest.

  He moved a little deeper, and I sucked in a breath, reaching up to grip his shoulders as the fullness of him became even more apparent.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “I’m…I don’t think so,” I told him. And I didn’t think he was, but the pressure was enough to take my breath away, and so many sensations battered me, I couldn’t tell one from the other. There was a sense just shy of pain, though and as he moved deeper inside me, it threatened to come closer.

  He caught one of my hands and laced our fingers together, pressing our entwined palms down by my head. He kissed me then, a slow, lazy kiss, and as his tongue glided into my mouth, he withdrew his hips.

  I shuddered as his cock rasped over sensitive tissues. As he surged back inside, I whimpered into his mouth, instinctively tightening around him.

  He tore his mouth away and pressed his forehead to mine. “Don’t do that,” he muttered, shaking his head a little. “You’re killing me, Ravenna. Just…”

  His words trailed off. I stared up at him, half desperate. “Just what?”

  He moved against me once more, eyes locking on mine. I twisted under him and clenched around him, unable to stop the movement.

  “That. Don’t do that…try to…can you relax?”

  “Relax?” I would have laughed if it was possible.

  “You’re like a fucking fist, and if you keep that up…” He shuddered against me. He braced one elbow on the bed and pushed up. “Just…take a deep breath, okay?”

  I did, and he sank in a little deeper, right as I was breathing in. It was hard to clamp down all your muscles when you’re breathing in, and he slid in deeper that time.

  “Oh…” I moaned in surprise.

  “That’s better,” he whispered against my lips, kissing me softly. “Do it again.”

  He kept up that rhythm, and I barely even noticed when that sense that edged too close to pain faded away. I moaned as he covered my mouth with his and began to move in a slow, easy motion. “That’s it,” he muttered, sliding one hand down and cupping my ass, tilting my hips up toward his. “That’s it…”