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“
That's
too bad, because I think that you're an amazing girl whom I want in
my life.” He kisses my cheek.

It's hard to resist
him, but I know I have to. Even though it kills me a little inside, I
step away from him, creating space between us so that I can breathe
and gather my senses. “No, you don't understand. I'm sure
you've been with a lot of girls.” I wrap my arms around myself
protectively. “I'm sure a lot of girls want to be with you.
You're handsome and charming. And I'm sure you can get just about
anyone to jump into bed with you. But I'm not like that.

“
I'm
the type of girl who wants to wait until she's married. The type of
girl who puts love before sex. I'm . . . I'm sorry.”

I expect him to get
angry, but he just smiles at me, taking a step forward to brush a
strand of hair behind my ear. His touch causes that strange
electricity again, that twinge of desire that I'm trying to fight
back. I like it when he touches me. I want to feel more of it. All
over my body. I want to know what it feels like to be naked in his
arms, to be beneath him in the thralls of passion, to feel him inside
of me. He's just too perfect, like he was designed to destroy
everything I thought I wanted.

“
Don't
apologize,” his tone is soothing. “I think you have the
wrong idea about me as well. I'm not the kind of guy who sleeps with
a lot of girls. I'm the kind of guy who waits and watches. The kind
of guy who is in it for the long haul. My body is my temple, and I
don't share it with just anyone.

“
I
told you it was love at first sight with you, and the more I get to
know you, the more I love you. This isn't just tonight. It's as long
as you want it to be. But if you're not interested in me, I'll
understand. I'm not going to force you against your will. I want you
to be here with me because you want to be here with me.”

Logic tells me that
it's all lies, all words to get me in bed. But he seems so genuine.
It's hard not to believe him. He strikes at a weakness in me that I
never knew existed.

“
Do
you want me?” he asks, pushing one of his fingers beneath the
strap of my dress and sliding it back and forth over my shoulder.

I should say no.
That would be a lie though, and I don't feel like lying to him.
“Yes.” I can't even look at him when I say it.

I wait for him to
kiss me. That would be the next logical step in the progression of
things. But he doesn't kiss me. He walks several feet away from me
and turns around. My eyes lift to look at him, wondering what he's
doing.

I watch as he grabs
the bottom of his polo and pulls it over his head. It feels like all
the air is sucked out of the room as inch after inch of perfection is
revealed to me. He's all lean muscle, cut and delicious. A stupid
grin crosses my face, and I hate myself for it. Could I possibly make
it anymore obvious that I like what I see?

“
What
are you giggling about?” He smirks at me as he tosses his shirt
on the floor.

“
I
wasn't giggling.” I wasn't, but damn near close to it.

“
Why
are you smiling then?”

“
Because
you look like you stepped right off the cover of some men's fitness
magazine,” I confess.

“
You
like?” He rolls his abs at me, and I burst out laughing.

“
Oh
my God, you're such a dork.” I cover my eyes, embarrassed for
him. When I look back up, he's unbuckling his belt. My smile drops as
I watch in disbelief. He's actually going to take off his pants.

It feels like I'm
witnessing the most unintentional strip tease ever, or like I'm
invisible, walking in on him while he's undressing. Everything he
does is so casual, yet so sexy at the same time. He leans against the
bed to take off his shoes and socks. Then he goes for his pants,
unbuttoning and unzipping them to pull them down, revealing a pair of
red boxer briefs beneath. When he stands and wraps his hands around
the waistband of his underwear, I shield my eyes again.

“
Don't
tell me you've never seen a naked guy before,” there's a drop
of sarcasm in his voice.

“
Not
intentionally,” I admit. I know what I'm doing is childish, but
I can't help it. I just feel like I shouldn't see him naked.

I listen to the
rustling of clothes and then the pad of footsteps as he approaches
me. His hands hook around my wrists, and he pulls them away from my
face. I stare into his eyes, refusing to let my gaze drift any lower.
He's naked. I know it. I don't need to look down.

“
Are
you that disgusted by my body?” It's such a strange question to
ask. I'm not disgusted by him at all. If anything, I just feel
awkward and aroused.

“
No.”
I shake my head slightly.

“
Then
look at me.” He steps back, letting me go.

Adrenaline is
pumping through me on overdrive as I allow my eyes to scan down his
frame, taking in his broad shoulders, his muscular chest, his defined
abs, and then Oh My God. My cheeks are on fire as I stare at his cock
like I've never seen one before. He's soft, but still impressive. My
clit pulses from just looking at him, and I silently chastise myself
for losing resolve.

“
What
do you think?” He turns around so that I can check out his
sculpted back and ass too.

“
You're
naked.” It's the only thing that will come out of my mouth.

He faces me again.
“See. It didn't kill you to look at me.”

“
I
never thought it would.” I try to adjust to the situation.
Oddly, the longer I stand here and look at him, the more comfortable
I feel. He's just a man. A sinfully attractive naked man, but a man,
none the less.

He takes a step
towards me, and my body tenses. He sees the fear behind my eyes
immediately and lifts his hands to rub my shoulders, trying to help
me relax. “I want to see you naked too.”

“
Why?”
I look away.

“
Because
you're beautiful,” his voice is soft and sensual. He reaches up
to redirect my attention to his face, causing our eyes to lock. I
hate that he sounds so honest. I know what his true intentions are.
He wants me to get naked, so he can have sex with me. That's the only
reason any guy wants to get a girl naked.

“
I
told you I don't do this,” I remind him.

“
Do
what? Look at naked men?” He smirks.

“
This.”
I gesture around at the room. Everything that's happening is so
wrong, but I can't break myself away from it. There are too many
emotions going through me, and a fear that if I leave I'll never see
him again. It's stupid. That's the last thing I should be caring
about right now.

“
Touch
me.” He takes my hands and puts them on his chest. I can feel
the steady beating of his heart beneath the surface. It's so
soothing.

“
And
what does this accomplish?” I sound completely sarcastic.

“
It
helps you to get to know me better.”

“
I
can get to know you better with your clothes on.” I arch an
eyebrow at him.

“
You
talk a lot, but your words aren't in sync with your thoughts. I can
tell.” He leans in to kiss me again, and I allow it. Can he
really read me so well, or is he just good at figuring women out? I
don't want to think about the answer. I don't want to think about
anything.

He reaches up for
the straps of my dress and pushes them over my shoulders. My entire
body stiffens, and those red warning sirens turn back on, telling me
I should stop him. I don't though. The garment falls to the floor,
and I'm left standing there in the horrid granny panties Ethel kept
telling me not to wear. They've never embarrassed me before, but
right now I just want to die. I couldn't be any less sexy if I tried.

Tristan doesn't seem
to notice. He gazes down at my body with admiration. I can barely
look at him, though I do sneak a glance at his expression from time
to time, worried that he's judging me.

He wraps his arms
around me and unclasps my bra with deft ease. My breath hitches from
the sheer quickness of it. Despite what he said, he definitely has
experience at this. Loads of experience.

I feel my body
drawing into itself as he moves to pull the straps over my shoulders.
Almost the second my breasts are exposed, I'm covering myself with my
hands. This is so wrong. Why am I letting him do this to me?

“
Don't.”
He grabs my wrists, pulling them away so that he can see me. “You're
beautiful. Don't hide.”

I tremble slightly,
feeling more vulnerable than ever before. No guy has seen this much
of me. I don't think I should be letting him see this much of me.

He kisses my lips,
pressing our bodies together. My nipples perk against the firmness of
his chest. In fact, my whole body is coming to life from being so
close to him. I can feel moistness building in my panties. It's
strange to think that I'm wet for him. That I want him so much. But
the proof is all there.

He's still being
incredibly gentle, kissing me just enough to make me want more. Being
careful not to scare me away. I think it's apparent to both of us at
this point that I'm not going anywhere. While I could still run, I
don't want to. There are a million men in the world this could happen
with, but none of them would treat me so well. None of them would be
so caring. He knows exactly what he's doing. Why shouldn't I let it
happen? My morals are as old as dust. I could get raped by some
cretin tomorrow, and then I'd regret not taking this chance. If I
walk away now, I'll never have it again.

My thoughts are
drowned out as he kisses down my chest, drawing one of my nipples
into his mouth. The warm wetness feels exquisite as he sucks on the
swollen bud, twirling the other between his fingertips. I moan
softly, abashed by my body's reaction but unable to stop it.

“
Tristan,”
I try his name on for size. It tastes natural on my lips, like I
should be moaning it.

“
You're
so gorgeous,” he murmurs against my skin. “So sweet.”

I bite my bottom
lip, allowing my head to roll back as he moves from one nipple to the
other, trading treatments. The wet one slips between his fingers, and
he pinches it for good measure, sending waves of pleasure pulsing to
my clit.

I don't want him to
stop, but he does stop. He kisses back up my chest and finds my lips
again, guiding me towards the bed. I can feel the tip of his hardened
cock rubbing against my legs and underwear as we walk. It's so crude
yet arousing at the same time. His body is ready for me, ready to
claim me and make me his. It's a scary thought, that I'm going to let
him inside of me. I've already decided though. Or rather, my body has
decided for me.

He lifts me up onto
the bed, then grabs the waistband of my panties and pulls them all
the way down and off. Again, I find myself covering up with my hands,
embarrassed by my nudity. This time, Tristan ignores it. He takes my
legs and places them over his shoulders, forcing me to lean back.

I stare up at the
ceiling, still in complete disbelief that in a single night, this guy
has managed to take down my protective walls. I'm so aroused that I
can feel my heartbeat through my clit. I've never been this turned on
before.

I feel his tongue
lap at the seam of my lips, and I curl my fingers into the comforter
below, realizing what's about to happen. He noses in deeper, getting
at my core, causing my hips to buck as his tongue touches on that
sensitive forbidden spot where all my desire lies. My thighs tremble
as he assaults it with vigor, licking and sucking until I cry out
from over-stimulation. Contractions rip through me, making the place
between my legs throb with undeniable pleasure. I just came all over
his face.

“
You
taste amazing,” he moans into me, lapping at the wetness
seeping out.

I want to cover my
face and hide. That's the first orgasm I've ever had with a man, and
it happened so quickly. I'm not sure if that's normal or not. I just
know it felt amazing, and I want him to do it again.