it and it’s finally going to happen. I wait for a sign that she doesn’t want this but she never gives it to me.
“Sadie,” I whisper against her lips and then we’re kissing. My mouth is pressed against hers lightly and it’s possible my heart could explode out of my chest. I’ve only kissed two other girls and neither were anything like this, and we’ve only just begun. I press my lips harder to hers and turn my head to the right to get a better angle. Sliding my tongue against her lips, I silently beg her to open for me. When our tongues touch for the first time, I swear I see fireworks behind my closed lids.
This is perfect. Exactly what I’d been holding back from being with anyone else. Our kiss starts out slow, exploring, tasting every inch of each other. But it doesn’t take long for it to build into something more. Hungry and anxious, our hands roam, touching places I’ve only dreamed of our hands touching. She grips the hem of my t-shirt and lifts, sliding one hand beneath the material and the second her soft fingers come in contact with my skin, I’m sure it lights on fire.
My hands shake as I mimic her, and when I feel the silky skin of her tight stomach, I know there’s no turning back. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. And the way she’s moaning quietly and inching closer and closer to me, I know we’re on the same page.
The only thing we have never agreed on is the way she sees herself so it’s my instincts kicking in that tells me she’s more than okay with this going in the direction I see it going. And once we take this step, there’s no turning back for us. And fuck, I’m so ready for that.
“I’ve waited four years to kiss you,” I murmur and I feel her smile against my lips. It makes me feel like I just single-handedly won our football state championship. She’s so amazing. Gentle, kind, giving, so beautiful it’s breathtaking. If I had to choose between staring at her for the rest of my life and never seeing the turquoise waters of Flathead Lake that’s surrounded by the majestic deep purple mountains again, I’d choose her any day.
I twist us so she’s lying back, I know it’s not comfortable for her and growl at myself for not thinking of grabbing the blanket out of the cab of my pickup. I’m afraid if I stop to get it, though, I’ll wake from the dream. But then she winces and I spring up, demanding she stays put. She giggles, nods, and touches her lips with the tip of her fingers. Lightning fast, I grab the blanket and two hoodies that are always in my pickup and return to her.
We work together to lay the blanket down then I use the hoodies for a pillow for her head. Slowly I lower myself over her. Inside, I’m shaking. So nervous but at the same time wired. I’m a mix of emotions and I hate that she hasn’t told me that she loves me back, especially if we’re about to have sex for the first time. But I know she needs more time. That’s fine with me. We have a lifetime together ahead of us. Maybe that’s jumping the gun a bit, considering that I just kissed her for the first time tonight. But when a guy knows, he knows. At least, for me. I’m not wishy-washy. I know my feelings and they’re never going to change.
I reach between us and look into her dark eyes for permission before undoing the button on her jeans. She smiles and bites her lip, giving me a slight nod. My fingers tremble as they work to get her jeans undone. I want to go slow, but Sadie has other plans. The second my fingers come in contact with her center, even over her underwear, something shifts and we’re no longer taking our time. It’s a race to see who can remove the other’s clothing first. We’re tossing shirts and jeans behind us, underwear goes flying and her bra gets unsnapped and flung to the side.
“Reed,” she moans when I kiss my way down her chest. I suck and pinch lightly and drag my tongue over every inch of her that she allows me to. I’m about to go down on her, which I’ve never done before, but she stops me, placing