Ginger's Heart (A Modern Fairytale, #3)(132)

The couple of times he saw her throughout the day, however, he noticed that her eyes didn’t connect with his, and her lower-lip biting was at an all-time high. She was nervous and getting progressively more so as the clock ticked toward seven. At this rate, she was going to be a wreck, and he didn’t want that, so when he realized no one was in the office waiting, he slipped in and locked the door, standing against it as he stared at her from across the room.

She looked up and gulped, her eyes wide. “H-hi.”

“Hi,” he said, cutting to the chase. “Why are you so nervous?”

“I’m not,” she said quickly, looking down at the desk, two bright red splotches of color appearing in her cheeks.

He couldn’t help smiling at her. “Princess? This is one of those times you’re goin’ to hate me for knowin’ you since you were in diapers. There are few people’s faces I read as well as yours. You’re nervous. And bad. Why?”

“Are you kiddin’ me, Cain?” she asked, her voice filling with sass.

He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. “Nope.”

“We’re havin’ sex tonight!”

“Fuck,” he said, totally straight-faced. “We are?”

Her mouth dropped open. “Well, yeah . . . I mean . . . I thought . . . aren’t we?”

“Huh. Well, I mean, we can,” he said, “if you really want to.”

She nailed him with a look, cocking her head to the side, her lips finally tilting up. “You’re teasin’ me.”

He laughed. “Maybe.”

“We’re havin’ sex tonight,” she grumbled.

“Lord, I hope so. I been waitin’ to feel you under me for years, darlin’.”

She sucked in a hiss of breath, pressing her palms to her cheeks. “How can you say things like that out loud?”

He took a step toward her. “Like what? Like ‘I want to see what your face looks like when I slide into you’?”

Her eyes darkened and her breath became audible.

He took another step forward. “Like ‘I want to hear what sounds you make when you come’?”

Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she stared up at him.

He took another step forward, placing his fisted hands on the desk and leaning toward her. “Like ‘I want to know how it feels to fall asleep with your naked body pressed up against mine’?”

“Cain,” she whispered, licking her lips and pursing them together.

“What, baby?” he purred. “What?”

“What if I’m no good at it?” she burst out, her voice a desperate whimper.

He straightened up, staring at her in confusion. “Wait, what?”

She gulped, standing up and putting her knuckles on the desktop as he had a moment ago. “What if it’s not good? What if . . .” She lowered her voice. “What if I’m not good?”

“At sex?” he clarified.

She nodded. “You’ve been with so many women. I mean, they all knew what they were doin’, and I’m just . . . I’m . . .”

“Oh, baby,” he sighed, moving quickly around the desk and pulling her into his arms. “You’ve been worryin’ about this? About . . . disappointin’ me?”

“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes wide and uncertain. “I want . . . I want it to be good for you. For us.”

He put his hand on the back of her head and guided it to his shoulder, then clenched his jaw, his eyes, trying to calm the raging feelings that the cage of his chest didn’t feel large enough to contain. She was worried she wouldn’t please him. Fuck. He didn’t deserve her.

“Princess, you know why tonight is goin’ to be good?”

“Why?” she asked, her voice small.

“Because you’re not the only one in uncharted territory.” He opened his eyes, looking at the blonde strands of her hair under his hand. “I’ve been with a lot of women, that’s true. But I’ve never made love to anyone.” She didn’t say anything. “And as far as I can tell, neither have you.” His heart pounded as if it belonged to some teenage kid following a girl down to her basement to make out for the first time. “Whatever happens tonight, it’s goin’ to be good because I love you. And because you love me. And it won’t just be havin’ sex. It’ll be a lot more’n that.”

She took a deep breath, her chest expanding, her breasts pushing into him, and he felt his blood race south to his cock.

“You know why else it’s goin’ to be good?” he growled.

“Why?” She was breathless now but more confident. His words were making sense to her, and it made him happy.

“Because you’re wet right now. And I’m hard.”

She gasped, turning her face toward his neck, her lips dragging against his skin. He swallowed, blinking his eyes, trying not to be pulled under by the sweetness of her touch.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” he asked.

“Yes, y-you’re right,” she panted softly.

He slid his hand from her hair down her back to her hips, changing course to the waistband of her jeans and slipping one hand inside the front, under her panties, until he felt the soft, trimmed hair that covered her cunt. His palm lay flush against the hair, firmly covering her sex.