Chapter 6

Sliding his finger out of me, he grips my hips, carefully pulling me down so I’m lying on top of him again. I kiss him as soon as I can reach his mouth, loving how he tastes and smells like me. I feel like I’ve claimed him, made him mine, and I’ll be damned if I ever let him go. I rest my forehead against him, relishing the feeling of being this close to him before resting my head on his chest with a happy sigh.

He wraps his arms around me, and I laugh when he pulls my skirt down to protect my ass from the cold. His chest shakes from laughter when the Zamboni makes another pass by us. We lay there together until finally we hear Hank leave the ice and then silence as he turns off the machine followed a few minutes later by a door being shut as he leaves for the night.

Scooting off Dean, I wait for him to get up so he can help me. He easily pulls me up and then tenderly pulls my leggings and panties back up, kissing his way up my legs as he does so. He gives my pussy one last kiss before covering me completely back up. Then he guides me back to the bench so he can remove my skates. When he’s done, he sits down next to me to remove his own.

I lean my head against his shoulder. “I had a really good time, Dean.

Thanks for teaching me how to skate.”

He laughs and wraps an arm around my shoulder. “I told you. It’s going to take way more than just one lesson. You don’t even know how to shoot a puck yet, let alone skate backward or stop.”

“I guess you have a lot to teach me,” I say, “about everything.” He turns to look at me, studying my face.

“What exactly are you saying?”

I’m suddenly feeling embarrassed and unsure of myself, so I shrug my shoulders and say, “Nothing. I just mean that I can learn a lot from you, with skating and stuff.”

He quirks an eyebrow at me, seeing right through my bullshit.

“Come here,” he says, lifting me and sitting me on his lap. “Tell me what you meant.”

I try to ignore the huge erection I can feel pressing against my ass and say, “Well, skating isn’t the only thing I’ve never done before.”

“So you’re a virgin?” he asks, giving me a sweet smile to let me know it’s okay.

“A big one,” I say with a laugh.

He laughs and gives my thigh a reassuring squeeze. “What exactly is a big one?”

I try to look away, but he grips my chin and brings my face back to his.

He waits patiently for me to answer.

“I mean I’ve never really done anything,” I finally admit.

“What exactly have you done?”

I scrunch up my face in embarrassment and say, “Nothing.” Then a thought occurs to me, and I let out a mortified screech before saying, “Oh

god, you couldn’t tell, could you? Like, did I do it wrong?”

The sweet smile he gives me makes me feel a lot less stupid.

“Kiera, you could never do anything wrong. I’m glad you told me. I had no idea this was your first time with everything.”

He wraps his arms around me, and I gladly lean into him, nestling my face against his neck. He cups the back of my head, holding me tightly, making me feel safer than I’ve ever felt.

“Thank you for telling me. It means more to me than I can say that you’ve let me be your first for something.”

“But,” I say, quickly sitting up, “I want you to be my first for everything. That’s why I waited.”

“For me?” He looks as if he can’t quite believe what I’m saying.

“Yes, for you. I’ve been obsessed with you for years, Dean.” I make myself stop so I don’t scare the hell out of him by declaring my love after one date.

“I knew you had a crush on me,” he admits, “but I had no idea that it stopped you from doing anything with anyone else. Why did it?”

When I hesitate, he gives me a gentle squeeze. “Stop worrying about saying the wrong thing. Just tell me.”

His green eyes search mine, and there’s no judgment in them at all. He’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, and it gives me the courage to tell him the truth. Besides, he should know what he’s getting into because there’s no way in hell I can just have him for one night.

“Because I love you,” I say, noticing how wobbly my voice sounds. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted and the only one I’ll ever want. I saved everything for you because I can’t imagine letting another man touch me. I’m yours. I always have been.” I rest my forehead against his. “You just didn’t know it.”

“But I do now,” he whispers against my lips.

“My sweet girl.” He cups my face in his hands. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

I run my tongue along his top lip, giving it a gentle suck. “I’m tired of waiting.”

He groans and wraps his hand around my neck possessively, holding me tightly.

“You have no idea how much I want that.”

I slip my fingers under his shirt, moaning at the feel of his hard abs. I’m more than ready to do this right here and now. He stills my hand with him, and I let out a frustrated groan.

“I don’t want your first time to be like this.”

“This is perfect,” I tell him, desperate to get him out of his pants.

“Kiera, I’m not about to fuck you on a hard bench and then say goodbye to you in the parking lot as you drive away.”

“Why do you have to say goodbye to me?”

“Honey,” he says, and my heart does a little jump at the endearment, “it’s late, and your parents are expecting you back tonight, right?”