Take a Chance (Chance #1)(9)

I swallowed against the nervous knot in my throat. “I want . . . I want you to take your pants off. I’m not worried about keeping you from doing anything . . .” I wasn’t sure how you told a guy you were ready. I hadn’t ever been in that position before.

Grant frowned for a moment, then his eyes flashed with that bright, excited gleam he would get when I came down from the highs he sent me on. “Are you telling me I can finally feel just how f**king amazing you are?”

I had been prepared for him to say f**k me or screw me but this . . . this was better. It was real. Calling it anything more or making it romantic would cheapen it somehow. This was about mutual attraction, and I got that. I didn’t need pretty words that he didn’t mean. I needed honesty, and he seemed to get that.

Grant moved over me and placed a hand on each side of my head as he looked down into my eyes. “We don’t have to do this. I’m not asking for it. If you aren’t ready, I’m good with that. I’ll wait.”

Because of that reason alone, I was ready. He meant what he was saying. He didn’t want to push me. “I want this . . . I want you.”

“Fuck,” Grant growled and pushed himself off the bed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. I wasn’t sure what I thought about that but I was glad he was prepared, even if it bothered me a little bit. He tossed it on the bed. Then, finally, I got to see him unzip his jeans. He let them fall to the floor along with the white boxer briefs he was wearing. I gasped. I had felt it through his jeans many times; once I had rubbed against it until I’d gotten off. But never had I imagined it was so . . . big. I wasn’t sure it was going to fit.

He didn’t leave me time to get too worried about it. He reached up and pulled off my shorts and panties with one firm tug, then he was back on the bed. His hands took both my knees and moved my legs apart. I hadn’t been ready for him to just go at it. I needed to be eased into this . . .

Grant began kissing the inside of my leg, and he slowly made his way to where I wanted his mouth the most. Once his kiss pressed the top of my mound and I felt his tongue take a long slow trail down to my core, I was ready. My hands clenched the covers as I cried out in relief as he pulled my clit into his mouth.

The first time he’d done this, I’d been embarrassed until he had me crying out and panting from the highest level of pleasure. But he hadn’t let up—he’d done it again. When he’d left me that night I’d been exhausted and unable to move.

I had no one to compare him to, but I was positive that Grant was an expert at this. I didn’t want to dwell on that, either. But the fact was he knew what he was doing. He could make me lose control, and I never lost control.

I felt the familiar building and tightening inside me and my body got excited. It knew how good it felt to reach that height that Grant took me to so easily. Then he stopped and I wanted to scream in protest. I was almost there.

He moved up my body, pressing kisses on my warm, sensitive skin as he worked his way up to my neck.

“I’m gonna put that condom on now,” he whispered as he moved over to grab the small packet I’d forgotten about. He ripped it open and I took in the sight of him rolling the protective covering over his large length.

“You look scared,” he said, not moving back to me. I lifted my eyes to look up at him.

“Will it fit?” I asked.

A crooked grin tugged at his lips. “Yes, sweet girl. It will.”

I wasn’t so sure. He seemed optimistic.

Grant went back to kissing my neck and nibbling my ear as his body lowered between my open legs. I was going to do this. I wanted it.

“You seem tense. Have you had a bad experience?” Grant asked with a frown, puckering his brow. He looked upset.

I shook my head. No, I hadn’t had a bad experience. I had no experience. Didn’t he know that? I mean, we hadn’t talked about it but surely he had figured it out by now.

“It’s just, I know what to expect, I think . . . from what I’ve heard.”

His entire body went rigid as he held himself over me. His frown transformed into a look of surprise. “What are you saying? Of course you’ve . . .”

He didn’t know. I guess he hadn’t figured it out after all. “This is my first time.”

Grant’s eyes snapped closed and he let out a muttered curse. Did he not like to do it with virgins? Was that a bad thing? I wanted to put some distance between us. For the first time, I felt vulnerable.

He opened his eyes and stared down at me. The tenderness in them took me off guard. He tucked his head into the curve of my neck and shoulder and drew a deep breath. I waited silently.

“You chose me” was all he said. His warm breath against my skin made me shiver, and his body mimicked mine. He pulled back and looked at me. “I will make this good for you. I swear.”

I never doubted that he would. I knew it was going to hurt me at first. I wasn’t an idiot about how this worked. I also knew I probably wouldn’t reach an orgasm this time, but that wasn’t what this was about. I wanted Grant inside me. I wanted to feel closer to him than I had ever been to anyone. That was all I wanted from this.

Grant pressed his lips to mine gently, then lowered his body until I felt the head of his c**k pressing against me. It excited me as much as it scared me. I lifted my hips to reassure him and he slid inside me. When he reached the barrier his eyes locked on mine as he rocked his hips in one swift thrust. I didn’t cry from the pain—it was only a burn. He had slid completely inside me and gone still.