Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
He breaks the kiss and starts to kiss down my neck, and I arch against him, my breath catching. He growls, his hands gripping my hips, and he pushes up my skirt. I gasp as his fingers brush my thigh.
Alarm bells are going off somewhere deep in my psyche, but I'm doing everything I can to ignore them. This is what I've been craving for so long, and I'm afraid if I hesitate even a little that it's all going to fall apart in my hands. But as Drake shrugs his shirt and suit jacket off and his hands get more insistent, the bells in my head go from ringing to screaming.
You have to tell him you're a virgin! the alarms yell. Virgin! You're a virgin!
Dammit. I am, aren't I? I'm buzzing from the high of being the center of Drake Evan's attention so much that I briefly consider keeping that embarrassing secret to myself, but the thought of lying to him hurts my stomach.
Dammit.
"Drake," I gasp, putting my hands on the hot skin of his bare shoulders and pushing him back just enough to break the contact between us. "Wait. Please."
Drake stops immediately, hands twitching with the need to touch, but his iron willpower wins over easily. He gazes down at me, eyes dark, concerned.
"Ellie? What is it?" he asks. "Are you okay?"
I nod. "I'm okay. I just ... I have to tell you something."
His eyes narrow. "What?"
I take a deep breath. My heart is pounding in my ears. I don't know why I'm so nervous about this. I mean, so I'm a virgin. It's not that big a deal. Except, oh God, this is so embarrassing. How do I even bring this up? I've never had to before.
"Just tell me," Drake says, his voice gruff. "Is this about Claude? That asshole is a complete moron. If he tried something—"
"No, it's not about Claude," I say quickly. "It's just ... okay. So, the thing is..." God, this is hard. I wish I could crawl into a hole and die. I can't believe I have to explain this to my boss. I can't believe I'm doing this at all.
I can't believe that this could be my first time.
"Ellie..." Drake says, his brows furrowing.
"Okay, okay." I take a deep breath. Just rip the Band-Aid off. "The thing is, I'm a virgin."
He blinks at me. "What?"
I wince. "I'm a virgin. As in, I've never done anything. I'm a twenty-eight-year-old virgin."
His eyes widen, and his hands flex at his sides. "Are you serious?"
I nod. "Dead serious. I know it's weird and awkward and I'm sorry, but I just ... I felt like I had to tell you, you know? Like, it would be even weirder to just be like, ‘Hey, by the way, I'm a virgin’ when we’re both totally naked or something. So I wanted to tell you now. So that you could decide if this is something you want to do. I know it's kind of a lot, and I'm really sorry to put this on you, but yeah." I look down, unable to meet his gaze. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize," Drake says, his voice rough. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm just surprised."
"I get it," I say, still unable to look at him. "It's fine. It doesn't matter, right? I mean, you're still going to kiss me, right?"
Drake chuckles, his breath hot against my cheek. "You're damn right. I'm going to kiss you." He sinks his teeth into the tendon between my neck and shoulder, just enough to make my entire body shudder in pleasure. "And it does matter, my sweet girl. It's the best damn news I've ever heard. You have no idea how happy that makes me."
I frown. "It does?"
He pulls back just far enough to meet my gaze, his eyes bright with desire. "Of course it does. To know that I'm the first man to touch you like this. Fuck, Ellie, you have no idea what that does to me."
I swallow hard. My mouth feels dry, my pulse thudding in my ears. "Wow, that’s just not what I was expecting.”
His smile is gentle, and I know I might sound like some kind of nervous, flighty girl to him, but for as cocky as Drake is, he's so patient with me right now it makes my heart lurch in my chest. "If you want this, then it's not going to change anything, Ellie." He leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek, my jaw, and the side of my throat, and I shiver at the sensation of his lips on my skin. "I'm going to make it so good for you," he murmurs, and I feel his teeth graze the fluttering pulse on my neck. "I'm going to take my time."
And he does.
Drake pushes my skirt up to my hips and drags his hand up the inside of my thigh, and I can feel my body reacting, my pussy clenching and getting wetter with every passing second. He groans against my lips when he reaches my center and feels my soaked panties, his fingers teasing me through the fabric. "So wet for me," he whispers. "My sweet girl is so wet."