“Never!”
“Never say never, sweetheart.” He cupped her jaw. “I can call you sweetheart still, can’t I?”
She nodded, her eyes shining in the moonlight.
“I missed you today,” he told her in a soft, husky voice. “Felt fucking endless because you weren’t at my side.”
“Today sucked,” she agreed. Her hand moved down the front of his shirt, and to his surprise, she reached down and cupped his dick again. “However . . . tonight has potential.”
“Marjorie,” he groaned. Had he thought he was hard before? That was nothing compared to how he was now. Her gentle touch turned his dick to steel.
“I want you to make love to me, Rob.” Her mouth hovered near his, a teasing, almost-kiss.
Ah, fuck. That sounded like the best idea—and the worst ever. If he fucked her tonight and she hated him tomorrow, she’d hate him even more. “We can’t, sweetheart.”
“We can,” she told him again, and rubbed her hand up and down his shaft, her touch so good that he had to pause and pull her hand away or else he’d start humping her leg like a fucking dog.
“You’re a virgin. We should wait so you don’t make any rash decisions.”
Her fingers moved to his collar instead, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Christ, was his little virgin seducing him? She was far too fucking good at that and he was having a hell of a time resisting. “I don’t know,” she said. “I think twenty-four years seems slow enough for me.”
Damn, she had a point. “I don’t want to rush you.”
“I wish you would. I’ve been waiting for you to pounce on me.” She pressed her fingers inside his shirt, against his skin. “It makes me feel sexy to know I can drive you crazy.”
This was pretty much every man’s dream . . . so why did he have that sense of looming disaster? He wanted Marjorie, she wanted him. This should have been ideal. But again, Rob felt trapped. If he didn’t sleep with Marjorie now, she’d think he was lying about finding her sexy. Her fragile ego would be crushed, and the relationship would be in ashes.
As opposed to tomorrow, when it would be in ashes for completely different reasons.
She leaned in, pressed a kiss to his neck, his collarbones. “I don’t want to leave this island without completely knowing you, Rob. And I don’t want to leave a virgin. I’ve found the man I want to be with.”
And really, there was no choice for him after hearing that. Marjorie was his. She wanted to be his. He wanted her, too.
“If you’re sure—”
She kissed him. Open mouth, tongue seeking his. It wasn’t a virginal kiss—it was a kiss asking for more.
Well, all right, then. He grabbed her and hauled her against him, picking her up. Just like he’d dreamed so many times, those long legs went around his waist and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, not breaking the kiss.
“Let’s go to my room,” he told her. “I have condoms up there.”
Chapter Twenty
He didn’t carry her all the way back to his room. As much as he’d wanted to, Marjorie had blushed and insisted otherwise. They’d walked back, hand in hand, instead. They were quiet, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable quiet. Rather, it was an anticipatory one.
When they got into the hotel, Rob looked over at Marjorie. “Did you want to go back to your room to get anything?”
She shook her head, eyes shining. She looked so goddamn thrilled. Why couldn’t he shake the feeling that he was doing something incredibly dickish? He was cornered either way. He was going to either lose Marjorie tonight, or lose her tomorrow. This way he at least made her happy, right?
He’d just have to deal with the fallout.
They went up to his suite and Rob locked the door and set the latch.
He turned around. “Marjorie, if you’re sure—”
“Quit asking me if I’m sure. I’m absolutely sure,” she told him, and tore at the front of his shirt, ripping the buttons open.
All right, then. He grabbed her and began to kiss her, his lips moving over hers in no longer a soft caress but a firm conquest. He tongued her deep and was aroused when she responded. There was his girl. The one who blushed like a virgin and kissed like a porn star. Groaning, Rob grabbed her by the ass and she wrapped her legs around him again, and then they staggered toward the bedroom.
Once there, Rob dumped her onto the bed and covered her with his body, and just kissed her. It seemed that Marjorie wouldn’t settle for just kisses, though. She wriggled and moved her hips under him, frantic for more. Her hands were all over his shirt, pulling at it, desperate to get his clothes off.
She wanted things to move fast. And this was his first virgin, and he knew that fast would probably be a bad call. He wanted to make sure she enjoyed the hell out of herself. To make sure that the next guy she fucked, she was as eager for his dick as she was for Rob’s.
Of course, thinking about her fucking another guy made him see red, and he gripped her hair tightly as his tongue thrust into her mouth, a silent claim. She was his, goddamn it. His sweet, blushing girl with the hint of freckles on her nose and the legs that went on for miles and goddamn miles.
In response to his kiss, Marjorie whimpered and rocked against him, dragging her cunt along his dick. God, he loved her height. It made their bodies line up perfectly, and when she rubbed up against him, it felt like fucking paradise.
He pushed his hand under the short skirt of her dress, gliding along one of her thighs. Her skin was warm to the touch, and bare under his hand, and just touching her inner thigh made him feel like he was about to come in his pants. His hand sought the apex of her thighs and pressed against her panty-covered mound. “I can’t wait to get a look at this,” he told her, and pressed his thumb against her slit through the fabric, pushing down on her clit.