Her eyes finally make their way back to mine, and her blush deepens. Chianna’s mouth opens like she’s going to say something, and then she stops. Turning, she quickly disappears into the adjoining yoga studio. She’s hiding, but if that’s really what she wants, then that’s not the place to do it. The walls are made of glass and she can see me just as easily as I can see her.
Only ten more minutes of my run, and then I’ll go talk to her. This opportunity is too good to pass up. We’re here, we’re alone, and there are no prying eyes.
If she doesn’t want anything to do with me—possible, given who her uncle is—then I’ll let her go. But the look that I saw in her eyes isn’t one of someone who hates me. That was a look of want and need. And I can definitely give her what she wants, internship be damned.
There’s every possibility that I’m being an idiot, and that this will end badly. But the ship has sailed. I’m not being ruled right now by anything but my instincts and my cock. And they want her.
For the last ten minutes I push myself to the breaking point. I force speed out of my body like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, and it’s the only hope I have of burning off any of this lust.
It doesn’t work.
Looking over, I see Chianna in a yoga pose, ass up in the air, and I nearly groan. There’s no blood left in my brain at this point. It’s all in my cock, which is begging me to sink into her perfect heat. I haven’t touched her more than a handshake, and I already know that touching Chianna will be my undoing. It will change me forever.
I gulp down what little remains of my water and then leave the bottle on the treadmill. We’re like opposing magnets. There’s no way in hell that I can stay away from her. Leaning against the doorframe, I’m treated to a perfect view of her ass in those yoga pants. Then she bends downward, laying her body flat on the ground and pushing her chest up with her hands.
Another gasp comes from her when she sees me in the mirror. I fucking love that sound. Is that the sound she’ll make when she takes my cock for the first time? I want to know.
There’s also no hiding the fact that I’m turned on. My running shorts hide nothing. But right now, I don’t care. I want her to know that I’m turned on. I want her to know that I want her just as badly as she does me.
She turns over on the mat, just sitting and looking at me. “You’re finished?”
I smirk. “With the workout? Yes.”
Her cheeks turn pink.
“Does that embarrass you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Chianna stands and crosses closer to me, grabbing her own water bottle and taking a swig.
“You know, I never realized how empty the gym is at this hour,” I say. “Never thought that this was a place that I could go to for some privacy. Especially away from disapproving eyes.”
Her breath comes faster, chest heaving up and down. “I’ve always liked empty gyms. The earlier the better. But I didn’t know that I would see you here.”
“Is that such a bad thing? To see me?”
Chianna bites her lip and shakes her head. “No.”
She’s near a wall that’s not glass, and from this angle, we’re out of sight of the main gym doors. Taking a step forward, she retreats until her back is against the wall. Placing my hands on either side of her, I lean closer.
“Do you know what I saw yesterday in that supply closet, and again just now when you came into the gym?”
“What?” Her voice is nothing but a breath. Looking down, I can see the swells of her breasts rising and falling with that same breath.
“I saw desire. You want me. You feel this thing between us just like I do.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “No, I don’t.”
“Really?” I lean just a little closer. “I’m not going to run and tell your uncle that you think I’m hot. I’m not going to get you in trouble. But the second I saw you outside my office, there was something there. And I’m not going to lie about the fact that I want you. So you can be honest. Do you want me?”
“I shouldn’t,” she whispers.
“That’s not no.”
“No, it’s not,” she says. Her eyes close and she breathes out one long breath, relaxing.
I make the move, closing the distance between us and brushing my lips across the outside of her ear. I savor the small shudder that sweeps through her body, loving the fuck out of how much I affect her. “I saw you looking, and I don’t mind. Don’t you want to see the rest of my body?”
A small whimper and a moan.
“Let me be clear about something,” I say. “If you say no, then nothing happens. But that’s not what I want. And I don’t think that’s what you want. Remember, there’s no one here. You’re allowed to want things.” I take a beat before I speak. “Tell me I can touch you, Chianna.”
“Yes.”
The answer comes out of her like she was already waiting to say it, and I don’t waste any time. My hands close on her waist, drawing them down so I can feel the silky touch of her skin beneath the camisole. I draw them up and over her arms, cradle the back of her neck and tilt her face to mine.
My lips trace the planes of her face. Across her cheekbones and her nose, down across her jaw and finally to her lips. “Do you like this?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t stop imagining you, Chianna. Every inch of you. I want to see how many shades I can turn your skin pink. I want to spread you out and tease and taste you until you can’t control yourself anymore. And I’ve never met anyone who made me feel this way this fast. I’m like an animal. Only instinct. And that instinct wants to fuck you until you scream.”
She gasps, and I kiss her. I want that breath. Her body arches under mine, desperate, but the kiss feels different than I expected. Hesitant and careful, even though I can sense her dripping with the same lust that I am.
I tilt her face up again and keeping the kiss, tracing my tongue along her until I hear the soft moan. Her voice vibrates under my thumb at her throat. But still, something is missing.
“What is it?” I whisper the words against her lips.
“What do you mean?” Her body presses into mine again, and I can’t breathe without the taste of her mouth. She’s cool and crisp like apples in the fall, and my god, I want everything she has to offer.
Absolutely fucking everything.
But she’s still holding back.
“I mean, I think if I reach down and feel you, you’ll be as turned on as I am. But you’re holding back. Hesitant. Nervous. You don’t have to be scared with me. If it’s your uncle, he doesn’t need to know.”
Suddenly Chianna’s body goes still, and she looks up at me. There’s worry there, and fear too. Not of me, but of what I’ll think. What did I say?
Chianna’s face turns red, and she drops her eyes like she’s ashamed of something.
“I have to tell you something, actually?” she says.
Christ, what now?
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Chianna
And this is where the dream ends. No matter how my body feels right now—like it’s on fire and I don’t want it to end—and no matter how delicious his kiss, he’ll turn away once I say it. Men like Kris don’t want virgins. They want women who know what the hell they’re doing.
“I’m.” I stop. To embarrassed to say it, but his eyes stay on me, flooded with concern. Just say it! “I’m a virgin.”
I look away from the intensity of his gaze. It’s okay. I’m glad that I got to kiss him once. I’ll remember this kiss for the rest of my goddamn life.
But Kris doesn’t push himself off the wall and walk away in disgust. He’s so still for so long that I feel like I have to look back up at him. And when I do…
The look in his eyes is feral. Naked lust and want that I can feel all the way down to my toes. His mouth crashes down on mine, and I moan against his lips. I’ve had a couple kisses, and that’s as far as I’ve gone. But those were nothing compared to this.
Kris’s tongue spears into my mouth, confident, dominant, making me feel things that I didn’t know that I could feel from just a set of lips. My hands land on his bare arms, and I feel the hard muscles there. Everything about him is hard. Including…where he’s pressed against me. Hard and huge, nothing but workout gear separating us.
“I don’t understand,” I breathe. “Why would you still want me?”
He makes a sound near growling in my ear. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I don’t have experience. I don’t know what I’m doing. I might not be…good at it.”
“And knowing that I’m the only man that has ever touched you?” His words are a hard whisper. “Given you pleasure? That I’m the only one who’s had the chance to learn your exquisite body with my mouth, tongue, hands, and every other part of me? That makes me harder than you can possibly imagine.”
The blunt way he says those things makes me wetter than I thought possible. And I think that somehow he knows. Kris’s hand flattens on my stomach, fingers pointing downward to that very place. “What do you want?” he asks.
My breath is shaky in my lungs. “I don’t know.”
All I know is that right now, I don’t want him to stop.
He pushes his hand lower, fingertips slipping under the band of my soft pants nearly touching the lacy thong that I have on. “You have three options,” he says.
“What are they?”
I watch his throat move as he swallows. “First, we do nothing. You decide that this is too much to do in the gym and we’ll find some other time to finish what we started.
“Second, I continue with this.” He presses his fingers harder into my skin. “And I make you come right here against this wall with nothing but my fingers.”
I shudder, body wracked with heat and need that I know I’m not fully in control of. That sounds amazing.
“Or three, I lay you out on this floor and I make you come on my tongue as just a taste of what’s to come.”
“Honestly, I thought option three would be all the way.”
Kris grins. “No. Not here. When you and I have sex, Chianna, it’s going to be in a bed where I can properly worship you.”
When. Not if.
I should walk away now. Just yesterday I was saying that this is important to me and that the last thing I need in my life is a player.
Well, one night can change things. No matter how we end up, there is something between us. And I’d be a fool to ignore that. Because I know enough of my friends had a rough time when it was their first. I know deep down in my gut that Kris would go to the ends of the earth to make sure that first time is perfect.
Worth it?
My body says yes.
“Option three,” I say softly. “I choose option three.”
My conscious brain hadn’t even fully decided, but the words came out of me anyway. It’s what I want, even if I can’t fully admit it to myself.
“Are you sure we should do it here, though?” I ask. “Anyone could come in.”
“That’s the point,” he says, pulling my body away from the wall and sealing it against his. “The thought that you could be caught at any moment…that makes it so much better.”
“Are you s—” My words are cut off by his lips. A kiss that’s far more raw and open than before. This is a kiss that will consume. And I’m all too ready to let go.
One second, he has me flush against his body, and the next he’s pulling away, lifting his shirt over his head and revealing his chest, still glistening from his workout.
Seeing a body like this in magazines and movies is one thing. Having one inches from you is entirely another. Holy fuck, it doesn’t seem real. The way his muscles are shaped—the way they dip and flex as he moves. I want to touch him.
There’s a smirk on his face. “I thought you might want to see more of it.”
“That is more,” I say, finding my confidence again. “But that’s not the rest of it.”
“No,” he concedes. “That’s going to wait, too. Because believe me, Chianna. If I take out my cock here, I’m going to fuck you. And I want to have at least some self-control.”
A laugh escapes me and he grins. There’s something empowering about being the thing that drives a man this beautiful to madness. The confidence disappears again when he draws his eyes down my body. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“You don’t have to do anything.”
Kris slips a hand around my waist and lifts me, easily spreading me out on my yoga mat. Holy shit. Being lifted like that. It makes my stomach swoop and butterflies swirl. And that’s nothing compared to his mouth.
A kiss on my neck turns into a trail of fire that he draws down my skin. Big, rough hands drag up my sides until he reaches the top of my cami and pulls it down so my breasts are lifted by the edge. Like this, they’re served up for him like they’re on a silver platter.
When dressing this morning, I didn’t imagine that anyone would be here to see me in the skimpy top. Now I’m glad that I didn’t wear anything underneath it.
“Fuck,” Kris says softly. “I want to do everything with these.”
Leaning down, he captures a nipple between his lips. My back arches off the mat, and a flare of fire runs down to my hips. Lower. I’m entirely in uncharted waters. I’m not a prude. I have a vibrator and I know how to give myself a damn good orgasm. But with him? I can already tell that it’s going to be so, so much better.
“What do you mean by everything?”
He swirls his tongue around the peak until it’s diamond hard, grazing teeth gently along my skin and making goosebumps appear. “I mean everything,” he says. “I want to suck on them until you’re begging me to stop. I want to cover them with lotion and fuck them until I come in your mouth. I want to watch you tease them while I play with your clit.”
I can’t fight the rush of wetness at the words. So many things that I haven’t thought of and more are in my head. Holy shit.
Kris pulls the other nipple between his lips and repeats the process until I’m moaning, unable to keep quiet while he feasts on my skin. How is it possible that this feels so fucking good? I don’t understand it.
“It’s a crime to have these covered,” he says. “Ever.”
A laugh bubbles in my throat. “I can’t exactly leave them hanging out at the office.”
“If my office walls weren’t made of glass that is exactly what you would do,” he says with utter confidence. “I would make sure to see them at least once every day. Because they’re fucking masterpieces, and just like the Mona Lisa, they deserve to be looked at every goddamn day.”
I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of his mouth on my skin and the passion of his words. I’ve never felt anything like this, and even though it’s only his mouth, I don’t know if I ever will again.
Now I understand why people say that you never forget your first time. I’m never going to fucking forget this.
Kris’s thighs are straddling mine, and I can feel how lined they are with muscle. Part of me wishes that I could be distracted by them more and spend some time exploring the absolutely glorious body above me. And the other part of me doesn’t give a shit because his hands are on me. His fingers rake down the sides of my ribs, leaving goosebumps in their wake until he finds the hem of my camisole and spreads those fingers underneath it.
One touch shouldn’t affect me like this. But it does. He spreads heat through my entire body with just the stroke of his hands, and I’m desperately wishing that we weren’t in the gym so he could keep his promise to me.
The tips of his fingers slip under the waistband of my pants. “I think these are in the way,” he says with a teasing grin.
“Are they?”
“I could lick you through them.” He locks eyes with me as he says it. “But I’d like it better if I could taste you.”
Taste me.
Holy shit.
I’ve never thought about anyone tasting me. I’m suddenly self-conscious a
nd at the same time even more wet than I was before.
“Is that a yes?” Kris’s voice is low. Husky. And entirely sexy. I can feel it on my skin.
“Yes.”
He peels the pants down my legs. There’s not enough oxygen in the room. Never enough. I’ve never been this exposed with anyone. Ever. Every inch further we go is the furthest that I’ve ever gone.
Once the pants are free of my legs, he tosses them aside, grabbing my ankles in the process. I wasn’t aware that ankles could feel sexy. But the way he kisses them and then continues to kiss his way up my legs changes my mind. He can make anything sexy if he wants to.
A kiss low on my stomach, just above my thong. The scrap of lace is barely there as it is. “Spread your legs for me,” Kris breathes into my skin.
I hesitate. Not because I don’t want it, but the nerves that climb up my spine make me pause. Do I want to do this? Now?
Yes.
The answer comes immediately. Yes, I fucking do.
Relaxing my legs, I spread them apart, and Kris does the rest. He pushes them wider with firm hands, pressing his lips to my thighs and moving upwards. Closer to the promised land. There are butterflies in my stomach and I don’t know what to do with my hands, but I still feel like every cell in my body is straining toward this man.
Just a brush of lips over lace is the first thing I feel. Holy shit. Even that is incredible.
Harder presses of closed lips, nearly sucking my clit in-between them. I want him to speed up. I want him to slow down. I don’t know what I want as long as it’s more.
The first kiss of his tongue makes me groan. Through the lace, harsh texture mixing with my need, and my hips arch toward his mouth.
“Mmm.” The sound is like sin. “You taste delicious.”
My whole body flushes in response. I didn’t know that a person could taste delicious.
“I thought that you wanted everything out of the way.”
I can almost hear the smirk in his voice. “I can never resist a little lace.” But he strips the thong off my legs and returns, repeating the process of lips and tongue until the touches are bold enough that he seals his mouth over my clit, and we moan together.
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