Free Wrecked by H.P. Landry Page B

saying don’t do something stupid.
    I don’t have to have sex with him if I ask him to stay, right?
    “Um--,” I mumbled, clearing my throat.
    God this was so hard to say.
    “You don’t have to go.”
    “Sure I do--,” he turned to look at my face. It finally registered what I was implying, and he quirked a brow.
    “Just to talk more and get to know each other. I’ll make you some coffee and breakfast, since we were interrupted at the diner.” I smiled reassuringly, and he just smiled and shook his head slightly.
    “Yeah, why not—let’s talk.”
    Lord, what am I doing?

Chapter Nine

    “So you’re telling me, that you’ve never?”
    I shook my head. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting his reaction to be, but this wasn’t it.
    “I can’t believe it—I have never met someone who hasn’t,” he exclaimed, his face registering complete disbelief.
    “So what, I have never seen Star Wars . What’s the big deal?” I shrugged.
    “Everyone has seen Star Wars . It’s a rite of passage. You, my child, have been denied the wonders of the galaxy and beyond.”
    He was grinning, and I couldn’t help but feel butterflies in my stomach. I started to laugh and changed the subject quickly.
    “Okay my turn— first kiss, how old were you?”
    “Easy. I was twelve, and it was with Christy Foster while playing twenty seconds in heaven at Brandi Mitchell’s thirteenth birthday party. You?”
    “I was eighteen, with Miles Alexander III, at his winter formal,” I shivered at the memory.
    “Seriously, eighteen? So, you had your first kiss five years ago?” I nodded slightly. “When did you lose your virginity?”
    Oh dear God.
    I desperately cleared my throat and my face was burning. I felt my heart racing. Never had I felt this nervous before.
    Why now ?
    “Um—I haven’t.” I looked down at my damask comforter and waited.
    “Mylie, look at me.”
    His voice was soft, and I lifted my head and gazed into his gorgeous eyes.
    “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I think it’s amazing.”
    He searched my face in wonder, and I couldn’t fight the urge to kiss his full lips. I noticed how his tongued glided across his bottom lip, leaving it moist and delectable. My heart was racing for whole new reason. He tucked my hair away from eyes, placing the strands behind my ear, while staring at my lips.
    “I’m going to kiss you Mylie.”
    Please do!
    I bobbed my head in agreement. His lips seared mine and awoke every nerve ending in my body. I moved my body closer to his, the rush of excitement and lust had me purring in ecstasy. He smelled so delicious. My other senses were focusing in between my thighs. I moaned. I was in utter bliss from his intoxicating kiss.
    “Baby, you keep making those sounds, and you won’t be a virgin for long,” he groaned while I felt his erection pressed tightly against my belly.
    I was panting. Most of me wanted to go with my desires, but my mind was telling me to stop. I didn’t have to ponder my decision for long because Xavier pulled away. His fingers slid the satin spaghetti strap down my shoulder and kissed my beauty mark.
    “You’re perfect.”
    He caressed my shoulder tenderly, following the path of my arm until he reached my hand. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed my palm. There were no more words, just a clear understanding that he would wait until I was ready. I thanked the Lord for this man, but especially for his patience because I still didn’t understand my feelings, and I felt conflicted. We crawled under the covers, and he snuggled close to me but never touched me inappropriately. We fell into a blissful sleep.

    The following morning, I woke up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast while putting on a pot of coffee. My bare feet padded against the hard cherry-wood floors as I pulled out the griddle. I was making the batter when I heard a knock on the door. I looked down, realizing I was still wearing my satin spaghetti strap nightgown with the