Free Unbuttoned by Maisey Yates

but it’s true.”
    “So you decided to be nice today, huh? What changed?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You were kind of a jackass last night, to be honest.”
    He shook his head. “I didn’t handle that very well. I’m sorry.” His brain had nearly short-circuited when he’d found out she’d never been with anyone else. He’d never considered himself the kind of man who would care about something like that.
    Truth be told, he didn’t think there was a virgin left in the pool of women he would be choosing from. He’d never encountered one before, so he didn’t see any reason why he would now.
    But it had mattered. Because, like it or not, he was her first. And you remembered your first. He remembered his first vividly, after more than ten years. And now he’d shared that with Carly, who he had no hope of leaving behind—not like his first lover, who he hadn’t seen since high school.
    Carly was part of his life, and when he’d discovered she was a virgin, it had really driven home what he’d already known: This wasn’t something she normally did. And it was going to change things.
    That had brought some hefty guilt along with it.
    Still, he was here, in the barn with her, and he wasn’t even going to pretend his intentions were anything close to chaste or honorable.
    The condom in his wallet was proof.
    “I’m going to kiss you now,” he said.
    She blinked. “Why?”
    “Because you need to be kissed.”
    “I do?”
    “Hell if I know. Fine, I need to be kissed. I need you to kiss me because I haven’t thought of anything but you since last night. Probably since before then.”
    Her breathing quickened, her breasts rising and falling sharply. “Well, if you need a kiss, I suppose I could help you out.”
    She leaned in, her lips cool from the run through the field, pressing against his, her tongue tracing the outline his mouth. And he let her in.
    He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him, loving the feel of all those lush curves, of the softness of her lips, the little sounds of pleasure she made in the back of her throat when his tongue stroked hers.
    If there was a woman alive sexier than Carly Denton, he couldn’t think of her. And he didn’t want to. He just wanted Carly. Only Carly.
    He couldn’t remember a woman ever mattering so much. He slid his hands down her back, over her ass, bunching up the fabric of her skirt.
    “What are you doing?” she whispered against his lips.
    “I want you,” he said. He hardly recognized his own voice. “Here. Now.”
    “Here?”
    “Live dangerously, sugar.” He leaned in and kissed her neck, nipping her earlobe. She shivered beneath his touch and he knew that she was going to say yes. Because she couldn’t say no. He knew that because he couldn’t. Because he was utterly powerless to do anything but give in to the surge of heat that was pouring through him.
    His cock ached, pressing hard against the seam of his jeans. He needed her. Needed this. But he would wait for her response. Would wait for her to say yes.
    “After this we’re going out for french fries,” she said, kissing him again, deeper, harder.
    “Sounds like a plan,” he said. He gripped her thighs and hoisted her legs up around his waist, walking her deeper into the barn. “Panties off,” he said, setting her down, waiting for her to find her balance on her heels before he released his hold on her and started undoing his belt.
    She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She drew her panties down her legs and held them, unwilling, he could tell, to leave them on the floor of the barn.
    He held his hand out. “I’ll take those.”
    Color suffused her cheeks and he almost laughed. Instead, he took the delicate silk scrap from her hand and shoved it deep into his pocket. “A little safer,” he said.
    “You read my mind. I want to live dangerously, but not in underwear that’s been on the floor of a barn.”
    “Fair enough.”
    She took a step back and