Chapter 8
Jared fell against Susie’s lush body, barely able to catch his breath. After a long moment, he shifted so his weight didn’t crush her, immediately missing the feel of her full breasts against his chest. He made do by dragging a hand down to curl under one of her breasts. The soft glow from a lamp he’d flicked on when they got upstairs glimmered against her damp skin. As the pulses of his o****m faded, he found he didn’t want to move away from her. The tight glove of her channel was better than anything he’d ever felt, but then he’d never been with a virgin. When he was younger, the last thing he’d wanted was to bear the burden of being someone’s first. Too much pressure. So he’d dated older girls. His mind was still reeling from the fact that she was a virgin—was being the opera
