Stranded with the Rockstar (Rockstar #1)

22. Harry

"Are you sure you still want to? We can stop now." He'd hate to do that, but knowing she's not into it would be the only thing that could stop him from continuing this, keeping her in their bubble just a little longer.

"I want to." There is not a hint of uneasiness in her voice.

So...now what? She's looking up at him for answers, and he doesn't know what to say. He's never given a tutorial before. As he leans down, though, he knows how to help her.

"Just follow my lead," he says a half-second before his lips once again are on hers.

A tiny moan escapes her mouth, and her hands are in his hair. Her shirt is completely open, resting along her sides, and his hand slides up her ribs, which are much more prominent than they were mere months ago. But everything's changed in the last five months, so nothing is surprising.

When his fingers reach the bottom of her bra he feels her pause her movements—an automatic reaction—before shaking it off. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him on top of her, spreading her legs for him to rest between. Her body is so warm and pliable beneath his—satisfied already and yet wanting more.

God he wants to feel her. He pulls away and sits up on his heels. In one motion, his shirt is up and over his head, thrown behind him. All the while, Sunny is watching him. She's seen him shirtless countless times, but he understands. This time is different.

He lies back on top of her and wraps his arm around her waist before flipping them over. And then it's his turn to watch as she sits up, still straddling him. Every slight movement she makes is like torture to his dick. She slowly slides her shirt down her arms before gripping the bottom of her sports bra. He sees just a moment's hesitation before she pulls it over her head, just as she'd seen him do.

He wants to just stay right here, scanning her body under the dim, orange tint of the raft, committing this beautiful sight to memory, but his body is demanding something else. He grabs onto her hips and he pulls her down further, showing her how to grind against him. It results in groans from both of them.

His hands slide up her skin until he reaches her perfect breasts. As his thumbs graze over her nipples, he feels her body shake.

He meets her eyes. "Do you like that?"

She nods, biting her bottom lip. "Yes, but I'm ready, Harry."

He is too. His cock feels like it could hammer nails right now. He flips them over once again, lowering his pants down his legs and past his feet clumsily, suddenly unable to control himself, unable to pace himself. And fuck, he's going to need to. It hits him like a blow to the head. She's a virgin.

He had somehow forgotten, despite her hesitations and unsureness. He can't do this. He has to do this. He takes a deep breath, attempting to get out of his head.

She is sliding her jeans down herself and he watches helplessly as she slowly lets him into her most personal space. She lies back down, placing her hand on his arm, urging him to come to her.

He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve her. She is a goddess while he is the flea on the bottom of her shoe. She wants him because she thinks they are never getting rescued. She doesn't know what kind of person he is. What awful things he's done.

She'll regret this, he thinks again.

He shakes his head, unable to look at her. "Sunny, I can't do this. I can't. I want to, but I can't."

She sits up and grabs his face between her hands, forcing him to look at her. He tries to avoid her eyes, but then the other option is her naked body. He sticks with the eyes.