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.

She moaned and rubbed against him, her eyes closing. “Oh, oh, Rob. That feels so good. How is it you know exactly where to touch me?”

The answer was practice, of course. He’d fucked dozens of girls. But it seemed wrong to bring that up now, when he was in bed with the only woman he wanted. So he leaned in and nuzzled her neck even as he rubbed his thumb against that perfect spot. “Because your face is so expressive, sweetheart. I can tell exactly what touches you like and what touches you don’t.”

“I think I like all your touches,” she said in a shy voice.

“Then I’ll give you all of them,” he told her, and didn’t even care that it was a fucking corny-ass line. That was how he felt, damn it. For Marjorie, he’d do anything. He pressed his thumb against that little dip in her panties, and felt it growing wet under his touch. “So . . . are we hitting all the bases tonight?”

She gave him a shy smile and nodded.

“In that case, maybe we should hit up each one as we go, to make sure we cover everything.” He reluctantly pulled his hand out from under her skirt. “Tell me what first base is, again?”

“Kissing,” she told him, her eyes bright with anticipation. Fuck, she was pretty. Her hair was tousled around her head, loose waves brushing against her neck. She’d tanned a bit this week, which meant her nose was even more freckled, her blue eyes brighter in her face. She was utterly lovely. As he gazed down at her, she licked her lips. “I think we’ve already covered kissing, though.”

“We’d better make sure we’ve tackled it at every angle, though,” he told her, and leaned in and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back, eager and hungry for his caress. She made a soft little noise of protest when he pulled away from her lips, but he bent down again and kissed her nose, her cheek, her forehead, her jaw, every bit of skin he could touch as she lay back and gazed at him with an adoring look in her eyes. Then, he cupped the back of her head, tangling his hand in her hair, and moved to her ear. She had the most adorable earlobes, really. For a girl with long legs, long fingers, and long feet, she had the most charming, dainty ears. They were tiny little shells that lay perfectly against her skull, and he ran a finger along the curve of one. “I think I’ve never seen a more perfect ear.”

She giggled, squirming under his touch. “I don’t think anyone has ever complimented me on my ears before.”

“Probably because they’re too blown away by those gorgeous legs of yours.” He leaned in and kissed her earlobe, then gently ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. She sucked in a breath and shivered under him, and her fingers seemed to clutch at him a little harder. His Marjorie liked that, did she? Encouraged, Rob continued to trace her ear with his tongue, then settled at her earlobe, licking and sucking at the soft skin.

A little moan escaped Marjorie.

“How does that feel?” he asked her, voice husky. His own arousal was threatening to take over him, but he’d ignore it, because this had to be fucking perfect for her. Last night, he’d come first. Tonight, she was going to, and she was going to come often.

He’d make fucking sure of that.

“I feel . . . good,” she breathed. “Fluttery.” She shifted on the bed a little. “Wet between my thighs.”

Ah, damn. The sound of that was like music to his ears. “I’ll get to your thighs soon, sweetheart. Tell them to be patient.”

She chuckled, and it broke off into a gasp as he began to kiss his way down her neck.

“First,” he told her, “we have to finish with first base. And I’m not done with the kissing.”

“N-no?” she asked tremulously. Her hands went to his hair and she dragged her nails against his scalp, which felt fucking fantastic.

“Nope. There’s still parts of you that I haven’t kissed.”

“Oh. I don’t know that first base means that you kiss everything.” She sounded so very serious.

“Are you sure? Is there a manual?”

She laughed. “I’m pretty sure there’s not a manual.”

He kissed across her delicate collarbones over to the other side of her neck. “Then how do you know? Best to just cover everything to make sure, don’t you think?”

“All right,” she agreed softly, and gave a little sigh, arching her neck so he could access it more easily. “I’m game.”