time. Who cares if she pulls away. I’m blamin’ her for starting it.
She doesn’t. She… she moans. Her hands slither up my chest and wrap around my neck, pulling me closer into her mouth.
Yeah, there’s no way this kiss is ending. I can’t get enough of her now that I have her. My hands move her waist so I can shut the door. I don’t break the kiss—never going to if I can help it—and then I trap her against the wood.
She’s smiling again. Still kissing me and smiling. And I’m taking every opportunity I can to keep tasting her. To feel her hands move around the back of my neck. To feel the skin on her waist as I lift her shirt and touch her pant line. She is soft. Beautiful and soft.
She’s the first to break away, catching her breath and freezing in the position I have her in. I’m leaning toward her, using the door to keep me stable. I’m pretty sure I’m about to faint.
“Friggin’ f-bombs of glory.”
I laugh. It comes out all breathless and junk. “Is that a good thing?”
She opens her eyes, flicking them up to meet mine.
“Can I have another one?”
Chuckling again. Right before I give her what she wants. She can ask me that anytime, and I’ll give it to her. That was the best kiss I’ve ever had.
I keep her against the door, but she’s moved her hands to the bottom of my shirt. She’s hesitant in her actions, but I’m not sure if it’s ‘cause I’m distracting her with my mouth or not. Then her fingertips are grazing the skin by my bellybutton, and I let out an involuntary groan, breaking away from her lips and moving to her neck.
“Is… is this okay?” she asks, trailing her fingers across the lines on my stomach.
Hell yeah, that’s okay.
“Uh huh,” I breathe against her collar bone.
She keeps playing with my skin, moving to my sides and giving me goose bumps and doing other things to me I never thought I could feel with someone. There’s some crazy stuff goin’ on in my chest.
I press my lips against hers again, trying to keep my hands near her face ‘cause if she keeps touching the skin underneath my shirt, I don’t know what’s going to stop me from doing the same to her. But I’m pretty sure since it took her so long to let me kiss her, this isn’t going any further than…
Wait. Is she…? Yeah, she’s trying to get my shirt off.
I pull back and gauge her eyes. She’s smiling, blush in her cheeks and a look that asks, ‘Is this okay?’
The biggest grin plants itself on my lips and I reach back, grab the neck of my shirt, and tug it over my head.
I’ve never been this naked with a girl before. I’m not self-conscious or anythin’, but it is different. Not weird. I’m definitely all right with Hayles seein’ this much of me.
“Wowza.”
Okay, now I’m a little embarrassed. “Is that a good thing?”
She puts her hands on my chest and her face goes from pink to red. “Why in the heck does someone like you want someone like me?”
She’s crazy. I just told her she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and she still looks at herself like she’s butt ugly or somethin’.
“Hayles—”
“Did I ever tell you I love it when you call me that?” Her eyes move from my chest to my face. “I’ve never had a nickname before.”
I let out a breath through my nostrils, taking one of her hands in mine. “Hayles, you are gorgeous, all right. No more of this stuff about you being anythin’ less than that.”
She grins like she doesn’t believe me, but she’s not going to argue. I roll my eyes before I give her another long kiss. She’s moved her hands back around my neck, giving me opportunity to play with the skin on her stomach.
“Is this okay?” I ask between kisses.
She hesitates, long enough for me to worry about what’s going through her head, but then she nods. “Yes, but… I’m not, I mean, I’m sorry I’m not as skinny… you deserve someone who—”
“I want you.” Because I do. I want everything with her. And I didn’t expect our first kiss leading to this. I’m not sure if she did either, but I’m not going to stop until she tells me to stop. I love her. And I want to have one of my firsts with her too.
Taking the bottom