Never Been Kissed: A Never Been Novel (35 page)

My first orgasm by an
other person and I fall asleep.

Typical.

Frak. I dozed off.

I’m in Hunter’s room, alright. And I’m
naked!
Oh, I’m naked because he- yeah, thatwas fraking
awesome
. But where did he go? Was I bad at it or something?

I hear water running
. Moving under his sheets, I go to my back and stare at the ceiling like it has all the answers I need. Except the images of a naked Hunter five feet away from me in the shower are bombarding my brain. I mean, sexy man and water?
Unf
, I can’t even deal with it right now.

I’m thinking about marching into that bathroom, throwing open the curtain and attacking Hunter. I squelch down that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, and ignore the way my heart wants to beat out of my chest.

He already saw me naked, there’s no reason that I should be feeling like this, being nervous about what he thinks of my body.
Grrrrr.
I still get up and rummage through his dresser drawers, pulling on one of his t-shirts that falls to mid-thigh. Pulling my hair out through the neck to let it settle along my shoulders, I take a deep breath before stalking across the hall.

I can do
this. I can, I can.

Oh, shit, the water stopped. Lost opportunity. And I just stand the
re, staring at the door, wracked with indecision. To go or not to go?

I swear I was only staring at the door for seconds,
seconds
, before I see the door handle turn and Hunter’s there, he’s there, right in front of me, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

Just looking at his body makes me punch-drunk, exactly like I’ve taken too many punches to the head. I don’t know
where to look first – his hair, slicked dark with the remaining water in it? Or how about the droplets on his shoulders that sluice down his body in appetizing droplets flowing down his skin? Or the way his nipple piercings glint in the light and shadows, or how about the terrain of muscle that seems to be in every part of his body? Don’t even get me started on the soft smile he gives me, holding the towel around his hips with one hand.

“Hey,” Hunter says, wiping the moisture from his face, then wiping that hand on his towel-clad thigh. Frak, he’s beautiful.

“Hello...” My God, could I be any more of a dork? I clear my throat, and have to tear my gaze away from his delectable body. Would he let me touch him like I want to? To run my hands over his pecs, his abs?

“Sera,
stay with me a sec, would you?”

Slammed back to reality. “What?”

Hunter smiles, eyes crinkling with warmth. I’ve never seen anything so sweet in my life, and it’s directed at me. I must’ve done something right to deserve this.

“You went somewhere in your head.”

I tilt my head. “Perceptive much?”

His smile gets wider as he brushes past me into his bedroom. I follow like
a dumb puppy expecting a treat.

The towel drops. Fuck... just fucking shit.

My hands clamp over my face, but the image is already seared into my brain. I spread my fingers and peek through them, catch him staring at me, and close up shop once more. Finally aggravated with myself, I drop my hands and fist them in the hem of my borrowed shirt, forcing myself to look.

Hunter is hard, pink and beautiful. Of course he would be. Bastard.

I look up at the ceiling, to the floor, at my feet, always to come back to his body as he waits for me patiently. I don’t know what he expects, what I expect, but it wasn’t this. He’s being so careful with me, and I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Hunter doesn’t move from his spot by the bed, just keeps standing still, letting me look my fill, or rather, not looking my fill because I am a coward, and I’m terrified and I’m not sure if I want to run away from him or run to him.

“Are you scared, baby?”

I try and keep my eyes on his face, but damn it, I keep skimming down his pecs, down his abs to rest on
him
. Obviously I know what a penis looks like, and what it’s supposed to do. But knowing and seeing the real thing are two different things. It’s like trying to compare Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. In theory, yeah, wizards and giants and (house) elves, and goblins – but in reality, Hogwarts trumps Gondor every single time.

My throat’s gone tight so I can only manage a nod. My stomach twists, and my knees have gone all
wobbly.

“Why are you scared?”
he asks.

He’s going to make me talk. Gah! I let out a heavy breath. “What about me being
a virgin escaped your notice?”

“Do I look threatening to you?”

Shit. I look down at his cock and can’t seem to look away. “Yes. You do.”

“I’m going to
try my best not to hurt you.”

I frown, biting my lip. “Are
you even sure we’re gonna fit?”

I look up to his face, needing a re
ally good answer. “We’ll fit.”

“I don’t know how you can say that without having s
cientific proof that we will.”

Hunter laughs. “Sera, we go as far as you want. In my bed, we do whatever you want to do. For however long you want to do it. I’m not going to force you into anything; I drove you away already and it
was the shittiest three weeks of my life.”

My shoulders set as I
hear the pain in his voice.

His blue eyes are intent on me, like he’s trying to communicate with more than words. “They were even shittier than that first month being diabetic. So, yeah, do I want you? I can’t hide that, baby. But they invented cold showers for a reason,
and we go as far as you want.”

“I- I’m not sure what I want.”

Hunter nods. “Do you want me to put clothes on?” He asks, pointing to the dropped towel at his feet.

I shake my head. Now that I’ve seen him, I can’t let clot
hes touch all that perfection.

“Do
you want to keep my shirt on?”

I nod, fi
sting the material in my hands.

Questions barrel their way onto my tongue, forcing m
y lips open. “Can I touch you?”

No hesitation, and a slo
w smile. “Absolutely.”

I clear my throat. “And you’ll let m
e know if I do anything wrong?”

Hunter’s turn to shake his head, like I’m not getting the easiest concept in a math problem. “There’s no wrong, baby
. Only good and better, yeah?”

I nod. “Okay. Um...
could we just lie down first?”

Hunter moves slowly to the other side of the bed, looking back at me with a small smile. His hands go to the rumpled covers and lifting them, I watch the play of his muscles
that make me want to drool.

I get into bed with a naked Hunter, heart trying to escape from my body using my throat. I settle into the still-warm sheets, and watch him get in, amazed all over again that this beautiful man is sharing a bed with me, and wants me.
How did this happen?

“This okay?” he asks, and
my heart stumbles in my chest.

“You’re being very nice about all this.” I clear my throat and stare into his eyes. “No one’s ever been this nice
to me about me being a freak.”

His brows punch low on his face, and he bares his teeth at me. “Who should I rough
up? That fucker Tommy, right? Please say yes.”

I laugh and snuggle closer to him, wondering if I’m brave enough to take off his shirt. I move close enough that we’re almost,
almost
pressed up against each other.

“The boys don’t know about my v-c
ard status. I never told them.”

“So who made you feel like a freak?” He must be in pain, he must be. God, but he’s letting me take things slow
, he’s letting me set the pace.

“I gue
ss, I did. I mean, who gets to be my age and stays a virgin? I’m like a rare species on the verge of extinction.”

“You’re being cute
again.” I never thought a badass would say I was cute, or even say it with an adorable smile on his face, blue eyes lit up like lasers. “Baby, it doesn’t matter to me. I’m just glad you told me, and now I can prepare you better. I promise I’ll make this good for you.”

“Wait a second, are you feeling okay? Is your sugar alright?” Ouch. Mood-killer, thy name is Sera. “I’m sorry. I just
want to see if you feel good.”

Hunter smirks and reaches for the hand I’ve planted between us and kisses my palm. I feel the zing of heat in my core. God, if he can do that with just his mouth, what’s going to happen when I take all of him
?

“I’m feeling more than good
right now. I’ve got you in my bed.” He laughs and leans in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “But I checked before, just in case. I’m good.”

I pull in a breath and let it out in a r
ush. “I want to touch you now.”

“Sure, baby
. Do whatever feels right.”

I chew on my lip. “But what if you don’t like it?” I sit up, letting the covers pool in my lap, leaving Hunter’s upper half exposed. God, why did you have to make him so beautiful? I’m going to have to beat chicks off
him with light-sabers and I’m not even a fully trained Jedi yet.

Hunter takes my hand in his strong grip and before I know what he’s doing, I’m touching the skin of his abs, over the bumps of his six-pack and down...and down... He’s warm and soft and strong like before, all that time ago
, on his couch. “I’m not sure why you’re so freaked out, baby. This,” he pumps my hand under his over the length of him, and I’m pretty sure my eyes just rolled back in my head from the sexy look on his face. “I can’t fake. This means I want you. Badly.”

I gasp when he makes me run the entire length of him again, adjusting my grip with his own. “Get it, baby? I want to be inside you. I want those little noises from before to be al
l I hear when I make you come.”

I gulp, look down at the way his abs contract in waves as his hips move underneath the covers, pushing his cock into our hands. I’m going to die from the sensory overload, and the combination of not being able to see him fully is driving me
insane
.

“No one’s ever wanted me before. You’re kind of a lot to take in.” Hunter gives me a dirty smile. “I didn’t mean it like that! Jerk. Here I
am, trying to be all serious-”

Hunter stops the movement of our hands, and puts mine on his abs, just leaves it there. Doing an ab crunch, he leans up and kisses me, one hand going into my hair, his tongue going into my mouth.

I can’t get over how much the glide of his tongue over mine builds the fire inside me higher and higher, or the nips of his teeth make me ache deeply inside. And when he builds a rhythm of his tongue going in and out of my mouth, mimicking what’s going to happen between us down below, I lose it.

Growling, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, then lick along it, soothing the slight pain. Pulling away, my body ignites with triumph as I watch him struggle to catch his breath, and the way his hips are moving underneath the covers, against the sheets, like he’s seeki
ng any kind of relief possible.

“I get to touch. You said so.” I tell him. His easy acquiescence has me throbbing, more wetness coming from me as he sits up against the headboard of his bed, dragging his body up with his thick arms.

I sit on my knees next to him, so close, our hips are touching. His eyes are now navy, and there’s color in his cheeks. His nostrils flare like he can smell my arousal, and the thought has me squirming. The predator sits while the prey pets him.

Just like before on the couch, my dumb brain-mouth filter malfunctions and words tumble out of my mouth.

“The first day I saw you was in the elevator with her. And you guys were kissing, deep and desperate, and I knew if the elevator didn’t hurry up, I was going to get a show.” Hunter’s eyes pop as I tell him my story.

I trail my fingers over his lips, and stifle a moan when h
e licks at them, nipping the tips. “I thought you were the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and you were kissing another girl.” I look into his navy eyes. “I wanted it to be me. I wished it were me you had in the corner of the elevator.”