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“Come with me, darlin’. Let’s shower off.”
In the bathroom, he led her into the shower and turned the water to a soothing warm temperature. He soaped himself up quickly, rinsed, and then turned his attention to her. She stood under the spray looking a little lost, hugging herself. He added some scented shower gel to a soft washcloth and began to work it in gentle swirls over her breasts. She tensed as the cloth passed over her nipples, which were still slightly swollen from the avid attention he’d given them.
“Are you sore?”
She nodded. “A little.”
“How about here?” He moved the cloth down her smooth belly to her mound.
“Yes. I think I’m bleeding.”
He nudged her thighs apart. As he began to move the washcloth over her folds and back toward the opening of her pussy, she grasped his arm and sucked in her breath.
“I’m sorry I hurt you, Macy. Next time will be much better, I promise.” He kissed her forehead.
“I know. All my friends told me that. I’m like the last one in my crowd to still be a virgin.” She gave a little giggle. “That is, I was .”
He glanced down. The washcloth was only faintly tinged with pink. She’d be fine in a day or two. Meanwhile, he wanted her to know what a special experience this had been for him. He put his arms around her and drew her close.
“Macy, I’m truly honored to have been your first conquest. I’m sure there will be lots of men falling at your feet in years to come. God knows things might get complicated between us, but for now there’s no reason we can’t have a little fun together. Is there?”
She looked up at him and shook her head, but her eyes were dark and mysterious.
Chapter 6
Macy woke the next morning just as first light came in through the drapes in Jerrod’s bedroom. Still naked, she lay perfectly still, listening to the even cadence of his breathing. He was naked too, and his big, hairy, warm body pressed up behind her, seeming to fill the entire king-sized bed. She had never shared a bed with anyone before, not even at sleepovers at her friends’ homes. She was used to being able to stretch and roll over, to find a cool spot on the sheets.
Not this morning. Not only was she consigned to the far edge of the mattress, but she found herself beset by an odd mix of disturbing emotions. Those—and the dull ache between her legs—made further sleep impossible.
Was it something like guilt she was feeling?
Last night, she’d been so caught up in the sexual excitement—the thrill of a man like Jerrod Preston finding her desirable—that she hadn’t thought at all about her dad. But, this morning she felt disloyal, as if she’d done something highly immoral and traitorous. He’d be so angry if he knew she had led his old friend into making love to her.
Thinking of her dad sent a twist of homesickness through her. This trip to Portland was supposed to have been her first big adventure on her own. But instead of handling it like a mature person, she’d ended up getting herself in a huge mess. And now, to make matters worse, she’d just lost her virginity to a man she was forced to live with for the next few weeks. It was going to be awkward as hell. She wasn’t handling things on her own very well at all.
Awash with remorse and self-consciousness, she slipped from the bed and started for the door. It was one thing to be naked with a man—he was practically a stranger still, after all—under the cover of darkness or even in lamplight, and quite another in the harsh light of day.
As her hand touched the knob, he cleared his throat.
“Where are you going?” His voice sounded grumpy and thick with sleep.
“I—I was just going to get dressed,” she said over her shoulder, without turning.
“What for?” Now he did sound grumpy. “It’s Sunday. Come back to bed.”
She forced herself to turn around, fought down the urge to cover her naked breasts and crotch.
“I’m not sleepy. I’m going to go
“Come with me, darlin’. Let’s shower off.”
In the bathroom, he led her into the shower and turned the water to a soothing warm temperature. He soaped himself up quickly, rinsed, and then turned his attention to her. She stood under the spray looking a little lost, hugging herself. He added some scented shower gel to a soft washcloth and began to work it in gentle swirls over her breasts. She tensed as the cloth passed over her nipples, which were still slightly swollen from the avid attention he’d given them.
“Are you sore?”
She nodded. “A little.”
“How about here?” He moved the cloth down her smooth belly to her mound.
“Yes. I think I’m bleeding.”
He nudged her thighs apart. As he began to move the washcloth over her folds and back toward the opening of her pussy, she grasped his arm and sucked in her breath.
“I’m sorry I hurt you, Macy. Next time will be much better, I promise.” He kissed her forehead.
“I know. All my friends told me that. I’m like the last one in my crowd to still be a virgin.” She gave a little giggle. “That is, I was .”
He glanced down. The washcloth was only faintly tinged with pink. She’d be fine in a day or two. Meanwhile, he wanted her to know what a special experience this had been for him. He put his arms around her and drew her close.
“Macy, I’m truly honored to have been your first conquest. I’m sure there will be lots of men falling at your feet in years to come. God knows things might get complicated between us, but for now there’s no reason we can’t have a little fun together. Is there?”
She looked up at him and shook her head, but her eyes were dark and mysterious.
Chapter 6
Macy woke the next morning just as first light came in through the drapes in Jerrod’s bedroom. Still naked, she lay perfectly still, listening to the even cadence of his breathing. He was naked too, and his big, hairy, warm body pressed up behind her, seeming to fill the entire king-sized bed. She had never shared a bed with anyone before, not even at sleepovers at her friends’ homes. She was used to being able to stretch and roll over, to find a cool spot on the sheets.
Not this morning. Not only was she consigned to the far edge of the mattress, but she found herself beset by an odd mix of disturbing emotions. Those—and the dull ache between her legs—made further sleep impossible.
Was it something like guilt she was feeling?
Last night, she’d been so caught up in the sexual excitement—the thrill of a man like Jerrod Preston finding her desirable—that she hadn’t thought at all about her dad. But, this morning she felt disloyal, as if she’d done something highly immoral and traitorous. He’d be so angry if he knew she had led his old friend into making love to her.
Thinking of her dad sent a twist of homesickness through her. This trip to Portland was supposed to have been her first big adventure on her own. But instead of handling it like a mature person, she’d ended up getting herself in a huge mess. And now, to make matters worse, she’d just lost her virginity to a man she was forced to live with for the next few weeks. It was going to be awkward as hell. She wasn’t handling things on her own very well at all.
Awash with remorse and self-consciousness, she slipped from the bed and started for the door. It was one thing to be naked with a man—he was practically a stranger still, after all—under the cover of darkness or even in lamplight, and quite another in the harsh light of day.
As her hand touched the knob, he cleared his throat.
“Where are you going?” His voice sounded grumpy and thick with sleep.
“I—I was just going to get dressed,” she said over her shoulder, without turning.
“What for?” Now he did sound grumpy. “It’s Sunday. Come back to bed.”
She forced herself to turn around, fought down the urge to cover her naked breasts and crotch.
“I’m not sleepy. I’m going to go
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