The fact she doesn't want to tell me her name is charming. Adorable, actually. Most women I meet in places like Miami or New York City or Milan want to know how many zeros are in my bank account.

The fact that this woman has no clue that I am Dane Westbrook turns me on.

I like her innocence, her openness. Her willingness to give into this moment, no strings attached. I honestly believe she isn't looking at me for anything besides a day she will always remember.

It's refreshing, and I want it. I want her. I know I was telling Leo that I wanted someone different today... but this isn't just about wanting someone different.

This is about wanting her specifically.

Maybe it’s because I’m already in this fucking emotionally vulnerable state today.

Or maybe it's her bright eyes or her long caramel hair now hanging loosely around her shoulders. Maybe it's this polka dot one-piece bathing suit covering all the places I really need to see.

I'm intrigued. I'm turned on. I'm ready.

She says she wants me to show her what she needs to do next, right after she tells me she's a virgin.

She lets me know she's been waiting a long time to give a man everything she has to offer.

She makes sure I know she is ready to give it willingly.

"Baby, I'll show you," I tell her. "I'll show you what we need to do.”

I lift her up then, needing her arms wrapped around me, needing her legs wrapped around me, needing her body close.

My hands take hold of her cute little ass, squeezing her cheeks as her arms wrap around my neck.

She's caught off guard, surprised, and I like that. I want to keep her sense of wonder all day long.

"Do you care if anyone sees us?" she asks, her eyes darting around the pool.

“No," I tell her. "No need to worry. No one will come over here."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure. Besides, you said you wanted to lose yourself completely, right? You don't need to worry about anyone else right now. Right now you only need to worry about the here and now."

She nods, trusting me. I already love that about her. Her ability to accept that I'm looking out for her best interests.

"I like it when you're wrapped around me," I tell her.

She bites her bottom lip, her eyelids flutter closed, she looks so damn sweet.

"A man's never held me like this."

My cock is fucking hard, and I want her to feel it, to know what she's doing to me. I loosen my hold on her ever so slightly, letting her body slide lower, so her pussy can press against my cock.

"You feel how hard I am?" I ask, leaning into her ear, blowing hot breath. She shivers, and I hear her let out the softest moan. She knows what she wants and she's ready for it.

"I feel you, I feel you against me," she repeats, her head falling, her back arching, and all I want right now is to get her out of her swimsuit.

I want to run my hands up and down her body, to touch her pussy and make her come.

I want her nipples in my mouth and I want her hands on my cock.

I want her completely.

Not wanting to miss out on this perfect moment, I lean down and find her lips, kissing her hard.

Our mouths part, my tongue finds hers. She smells like paperback books and the first day of school. She tastes like crisp red apples, like purity and innocence—like an unpicked piece of fruit.

She is everything I am not.

And in this instance, for the first time in my life, I wish I were more. I wish I were a different sort of man.

I wish I were the sort of man who could be with a woman like her. A woman so good and honest.

But I know what kind of man I am.

She's too good for me.

But for now, she's giving me a gift I don't deserve.

And I'd be crazy not to take it.

Our kiss seems to last forever, her hands thread through my hair and my hands hold her close to me. Her chest is pressed against mine, her nipples poking through her spandex suit, and my fingers inch under the bottoms of her swimsuit, wanting to feel the skin of her ass; wanting to feel her.

When I touch her, it seems to open her up, and suddenly we're kissing like our lives depend on it. Kissing as if we must, in order to breathe.

Kissing like we're never going to stop.

But I need more.

"I'm so fucking hot for you," I say between kisses.

She looks at me, her eyes glazed over, her lips swollen, her body piqued and primed.

"Me too, I need you too," she tells me. Her words are no longer flirtatious, no longer hinting at propositioning a stranger.

No. Now her words tell me she needs to be fucked by a man.

I set her down and pull off my shorts, setting them on the edge of the pool.

Her eyes peer down, taking me in.

The water is clear, and so are her eyes.

She likes what she sees.

"You're so big," she moans under her breath, shaking her head as she takes me in.

"Yes I am, baby. So big and so hard. My cock is going to fill you up like you always dreamt about."

I stroke myself up and down, her mouth opening at the sight of me as if it’s some primal instinct to seeing a man’s cock.

Seeing my cock.

"I took off mine, it's time for you to take off yours."

She nods, and I'm glad she's willing. I want to make sure she really wants this and that I'm not pressuring her in any way. When she reaches up and pulls down one strap of her suit, I know I'm not taking her anywhere she doesn't want to go. She pulls down the other strap, and then, with her face flushed with the newness of this moment, she pulls it down, at last exposing her breasts.

I swear to fucking God her swimsuit was doing her no favors. With her tits out she looks like a totally different woman.

A woman who is ready to be devoured.

Her tits are gorgeous, the kind of breasts that have never been touched, tits that aren't used to being kissed and caressed. Being loved.

"Damn, you're so fucking beautiful," I tell her, reaching for her nipples, unable to help myself from running my hands over her breasts. There's something about her skin that feels innocent, ready to be awakened.

She looks up at me with so much desire, with so much unfiltered want, that I help her out of the rest of her suit. I pull down the material, past her hips, until it falls to her ankles and she steps out of it, setting her suit next to mine.

That's when I get a good look at her, a good look at my virgin who stands completely naked in a pool in Miami.

Well, this cabana isn't really a public place. People respect one another here, and if you see a couple getting down, the proper thing is to keep on swimming. But this section of the pool is very private, and no one is coming back here. Not here in the shade. They want to be out in the sun on the beach, being loud, crazy, and wild.

But that isn't what I'm doing right now, this isn't wild and we aren’t drunk.

This is pure pleasure and we are both totally aware of what we are doing. I already know neither of us will have any regrets when we wake up tomorrow. We want this. We're asking for this.

I look down at her, past her belly to her pussy. I need to touch it; I need to leave my mark on her.

"You want me to touch you?" I ask, leaning in, my hand on the base of her neck and pulling her to me. I kiss her again, this time more insistent, more demanding. This time I pull her toward me and sit down on the steps, her body straddling mine as if we are in perfect harmony.

And maybe we are.

Maybe this moment had been orchestrated long before we showed up.

Maybe she's been waiting for me her whole damn life.

I run my hands over her body, over her bare back, and her velvety ass. She reaches for my cock tentatively, looking down at it while licking her lips, and she begins to stroke me up and down, my balls tightening at her touch.

"I can barely wrap my hands around you."

I kiss her neck. "It feels so fucking good when you touch me," I tell her. Her tits are so perky, I love how real they are. When I touch them, my hands are on a woman who is 100% real, 100% herself. She's authentic in a way that I haven't experienced for a hell of a long time.

"I need to touch your pussy, baby," I tell her. "I need to touch you to make sure this isn't a fucking dream."

"It isn't," she tells me. "This isn't a dream. This is a fantasy come true."

"You've imagined fucking a stranger in public?"

"I've imagined a lot of things over the years," she says, laughing. "Being a twenty-five-year-old virgin has given me a lot of time to think about what I'd like."

“Why now, baby?” I ask, my fingers moving toward her opening, and I feel her soft pussy lips, they are practically begging me to come closer. I do, and damn am I rewarded. Her pussy is like a perfect little present. An untouched gift just for me.

“I’ve waited for no good reason… I’m the kind of woman who lives life on the sidelines, never center stage.”

“And you want the limelight?” I ask, trying to understand her.

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t want attention. I just want to be touched. To enjoy myself. Is that too much to ask?”

“No, it’s not too much at all.” Even though we're in the water I can tell she's nice and wet—wet for me—my fingers run up and down her slit and she takes a sharp inhale of air.

"No man's ever touched me down there," she admits. "No man has ever touched me at all."

She trembles as my fingers press inside her tightness. She whimpers against my touch, and damn her pussy is tight. So nice and tight, and so fucking warm.

I press two fingers in her, moving along her opening, finding her clit and thumbing her in fast circles, nice, tight strokes.

“I want to make your first time memorable,” I tell her, feeling like she waited all this time for me. I am the person she is supposed to be with right now, today. And I want to make sure she has the time of her fucking life. “I want to make today something you’ll never forget.”

Her face is flushed, her arms wrap around my neck, and our foreheads meet.

"Oh, my God," she murmurs. "Why have I waited for so long?"

I can't help but grin. "You waited so long, because baby, you were waiting for me."

She lets out a giggle, and that's when I add another finger, and I start finger fucking her harder, needing to get her untapped pussy nice and ready for my cock.

She kisses me again, biting my lower lip, teasing me. She kisses along my jaw, along my neck, her body responding to my touch.

Her hand moves faster against my length, moving up and down the hard ridges; moving up and down my massive cock.

"Oh God, I can't breathe," she says, her head falling back, her eyes squeezed tight, her legs shaking.

I pull her close, keeping a finger deep inside her, pausing as an orgasm rushes over her. She's moaning, unable to hold back as another wave of pleasure fills her up.

"It's unreal," she whispers. "Whatever you did... that was. Oh, God," she groans, her hand moving to my wrist, and she pulls me from herself, lacing her fingers with mine.

"Your hand is fucking magic," she tells me, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Oh baby, if you think my hands are magic, you better get ready for my cock."

And then I lift her ass up ever so slightly and set her down on my dick.

"Because, baby, you're about to take a wild fucking ride."