Dante sat up next to her, tugging the blanket aside, letting even colder air beneath.
“What are you doing?” she said through chattering teeth.
“Getting naked.” His movements indicated he was removing his thermal shirt and stuffing it beneath the covers down near his feet. He slid his long underwear over his hips, his hands bumping into her thigh as he pushed them all the way down to his feet.
“Now your turn.” He reached for the hem of her sweater and dragged it over her head.
“Are you crazy? It’s f-freezing in here.” She tried to keep her turtleneck shirt on, but he was as determined to remove that as he’d been with the sweater.
“Again, we’re adults. If it helps, just think of me as a big electric blanket to wrap around you.” He stuffed her shirt and sweater into the space around her feet and went to work on the long thermal underwear, dragging them down over her legs.
By the time he had her stripped to her bra and panties, she was shaking uncontrollably. “I was w-warmer b-before you s-started,” she said through chattering teeth.
“You’ll be warm again. Come here.” He dragged the blanket over them and pulled her close, crushing her breasts against his chest, his big arms wrapping around her back, tucking the blanket in as close as he could get it.
Their breath mingled, the heat of their skin, touching everywhere but her bra and panties, helped to chase away the chills. But Emma still couldn’t stop shaking. She’d never lain nearly naked with a man. She had trouble breathing and couldn’t figure out where her hands were supposed to be. Planting them against his chest was putting too much space between them and allowing cold air to keep her front chilled. She tried moving them down to her side, but her fingers were cold and she wanted them warm. When she slipped them around to her belly, they bumped against a hot, stiff shaft.
As soon as she touched it, she realized it was his member and before she could think, her hands wrapped around it.
“Baby, only go there if you mean it,” he warned her. “As close and naked as we are, it wouldn’t take much to set me off.”
“I thought you were just an electric blanket,” she whispered, reveling in a surge of power rolling through her. She had caused him to be this way. Her body against his was making him desire her in a way she’d only dreamed about.
For a moment, all her awkward insecurities disappeared. Her fingers tightened around him and slid downward to the base of his shaft.
His arms squeezed around her and his hips rocked, pressing himself into her grip.
Blood hummed through her veins. For that moment, she forgot the chill in the air and the fact they could freeze to death. Her focus centered on what she had in her hands and, in connection, what it could lead to.
Dante moaned. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”
“I think so,” she responded. Her hand glided up his shaft to the velvety tip, her core heating, liquid fire swirling at her center, readying her to take him.
“I didn’t get us naked in order to take advantage of you.”
Her hands froze. “Am I taking advantage of you?”
“Oh, hell no.”
Her finger swirled across the tip, memorizing him by touch. “Just say so and I’ll stop,” she repeated his words.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He ran his hands over her back and down to smooth over her bottom.
She laughed, emboldened by the complete darkness. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Something about the anonymity of the dark gave her the confidence to continue. Then she hesitated. “Unless you don’t want to. You’re the injured party.”
“I’ve wanted this since I stole that kiss.” He hooked the elastic of her panties and slid them down her legs.
She kicked them off, loving the way his member pressed into her curly mound. Just a little lower and he’d be there.
“I don’t have protection,” he said.
“I’m clean of STDs if that’s what you’re saying.” How could she not be when she’d never made love to a man?
“So am I.” He nuzzled her neck, his lips pressing against her pounding pulse. “But we shouldn’t do this without protection.”
“Can’t you withdraw at the last minute?”
“Withdrawal isn’t one-hundred percent safe.”
“You can’t stop now.” Surely she couldn’t get pregnant on her first time. Her first time. Wow. With a man as gorgeous and gentle as Dante, maybe she’d finally overcome her awkward shyness. She trembled, her body shaking like an engine when it first starts.
“Are we going to do it?” she asked, her hand tugging on him, guiding him to her center.
He chuckled softly. “Say the word.”
She inhaled and let out the single word on a breath of air, “Please.”
Dante hesitated for less than a second, and then he rolled on top of her, nudged her legs apart with his knees and settled between her thighs, his member pressing to her opening.
But he didn’t enter, not immediately. He started with a kiss. One similar to the one he’d stolen at the stove. This time, Emma kissed him back, finding his tongue and sliding hers along the length of his. She curled her fingers around the back of his neck and dragged him closer, loving the feel of his smooth chest against her fingers. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, wanting her naked breasts to feel what her fingers had the pleasure of.
Dante tore it away and slid it beneath her pillow, then he pulled the blanket over their heads and moved down her body. Inch by inch, he tasted her with his tongue, nipping her with his teeth, settling first on one breast, sucking the tip into his mouth and rolling the tight bud around. He moved to the other and gave it equal attention before he inched lower, skimming across her ribs and down past her belly button to the tuft of hair at the apex of her thighs.
Emma held her breath, wondering what he would do next. His mouth so close to home, she couldn’t move, frozen to the sheets, waiting.
With his big, rough fingers, he parted her folds and stroked that sensitive strip of skin.
“Oh, my!” she exclaimed, her heels digging into the mattress, raising her hips for more.
He swirled, tapped and flicked, setting her world on fire. When she thought she couldn’t take any more, he moved up her body, and pressed into her.
At the barrier of her virginity, he paused.
Emma wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his buttocks, urging him deeper. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“But...”
“Just do it. Please.” She tightened her legs.
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