The morning light enters my vision as I stir from a night of deep sleep, and with the light comes something even more beautiful. Instead of waking up in a bed alone, like I have every day of my life, the man I love is lying right in front of me, staring up at the ceiling with a pensive expression. When he turns to me, his tense expression melts into a smile.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” He ruffles my hair.

“Hey.” I slide into his arms and let him pull me into his kiss, feeling like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“You slept like a damn rock,” Grant tells me with a chuckle. “I tried to wake you, but it was useless. I waited to get up so you wouldn’t be freaked out by waking up in a strange room by yourself.”

“Aw…” I brush my forefinger over the dimple in his right cheek. “You’re the best, baby.”

Our lips meet again. I lose myself as he sneaks his tongue into my mouth and swirls it around mine. Feeling his tongue penetrating me reminds me of the feeling of our intimate parts touching last night. I wanted him to go so much further than he did, to claim me, but he stayed on the outside and only gave me a taste of what I wanted. I don’t know what it will take for me to convince him I want the whole Grant Sherwood experience. I begged and pleaded for him yesterday, and still he teases me, torturing me until my body is screaming for him.

Then I remember something I’ve heard from other girls my age. Men always wake up with this thing called “morning wood.” They get a boner automatically and want to screw the first thing they see when they wake up. Grinning, I move my hand down toward his shaft, feeling more comfortable with the hunt than I did yesterday.

I breach the elastic at the top of his boxers and slide my fingers all the way up his hard length to the wet tip. I was surprised yesterday at how wet a man’s dick can get when he’s extremely aroused, and right now it feels like he’s been aroused for hours.

Grant groans deeply, sweating with need. “You don’t want to do that, little girl.”

Irritation and arousal form a toxic cocktail inside me. “I think I’m plenty old enough to know what I want.”

Grant levels his gaze with mine. I watch his Adam’s apple move up and down as he wrestles with himself.

“You’re so young, Cheyenne. You have your whole life ahead of you—”

“I don’t want a life without you in it.” I squeeze him and rub my thumb in a circle around the tip. He lets out a tortured grunt.

“Baby, please. I’m trying to do right by you here.”

My eyes meet his, and in spite of myself, I can’t contain my emotions any longer.

“Grant, I’ve wanted you my whole life. You were my first ever crush. The age difference never mattered to me. I thought you were cute back then, but I think you’re amazing now. My dream man. Please don’t let my age get in the way of what’s happening between us. This is real for me.”

I watch as his restraint disappears and primal lust fills his eyes. With zero effort, Grant flips me onto my back and spreads my legs, positioning himself between them.

“I didn’t buy condoms because I didn’t expect to need them this soon,” Grant confesses. “If I come inside you right now, you’re going to be carrying my baby.”

His declaration shocks me, and I’m even more surprised by the surge of desire that clenches everything below my belly button. I’ve always known I wanted him, but until now, I didn’t know I want his baby too. I want everything a life with him would result in. Picturing a little boy or girl of my own with Grant’s dark hair and dimples only makes me want him that much more.

“I’m fine with that,” I tell him, and Grant immediately pulls off his clothes and mine, leaving nothing but our skin between us.

Arching his perfect body over me, Grant hovers with his rod at my entrance and looks into my eyes.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” My body trembles with anticipation. He inches inside me and with a gentle thrust, he breaks my barrier. I bite my lower lip to keep from crying out. Grant places a soft kiss on my lips and massages my clit, helping the pain to fade and give way to earth-shattering pleasure.

“Oh, God, Grant! I’ve wanted this for so long. Yessss, fuck me.”

The dirty words slip past my lips without so much as an ounce of resistance. His hips roll easily, making his abs ripple as he moves in and out of me. I watch him move and let the new feelings rush over me, wave by wave, binding me to him in a way I never knew was possible. Our eyes meet, and there’s no awkwardness, no fear. No barriers stand between us any longer. He is mine, and I’m his, body, mind, and soul.

“Come all over me, sweet girl,” Grant commands me. “Cover me. Mark me as yours while I mark you as mine.”

A guttural cry rises out of my throat as I let him work me into a powerful release. As soon as I let go, Grant does as well, and we groan in unison as we cover each other in cream. He clasps me to his chest and takes my lips, savagely devouring me the way his cock just devoured my channel. Our orgasms go on for what seems like forever, and when the last wave finally fades away, he lays me down and kisses my neck.

“You’re so gorgeous, so perfect. And you did such a good job. I’m so proud of you, angel.”

His praise makes my cheeks flush. I hold on to him and grind my hips against him, pulling his cock into me as deeply as it will go. Grant laughs against my neck.

“You’re an eager little virgin, aren’t you?”

“Not a virgin anymore,” I remind him with a grin.