So, a decision must be made.
Did I stop this?
Or did I do everything we could do before he left?
That was a no-brainer. I couldn’t help myself.
I wanted him. All of him.
And my body wanted him, too. I’d touch any part of him and let him touch any part of mine. Full stop, I wanted to be a virgin no more. And I wanted him to be the one to change that for me.
Because doing it with anyone else wasn’t acceptable. How could it be, when all I ever wanted—who I ever wanted—stood right here with me, holding me, kissing me?
I didn’t know how I’d eventually give him up, but I’d have to do it. And that made me more and more desperate for his touch.
We kissed and kissed and kissed, and when he pressed closer, I felt a stiffness against my belly, which took me a moment to realize what it was.
He had an erection, and that gave me a whole other set of tingly emotions and desires. I loved it. It was the first time I’d ever been close to a guy’s hard dick—one I lusted after. I wanted to see it. I wanted to know more about it.
“I think we need to go,” I whispered when I was so wound up I couldn’t take it anymore. The sun inched lower on the horizon. If we stayed put, we’d be arrested for public indecency at the rate my brain was going. “At least we can’t stay here. But I don’t want to leave.”
“Me neither. Wanna go home?”
I nodded, then came to my senses and shook my head. “Can we just get in your truck?” And I licked my lips.
His dark blue eyes went comically wide, and he grabbed my hand. “C’mon.” Then we walked so fast I laughed.
He dragged me to the driver’s side and opened that door first, which was the first time he’d ever done that. “Here,” he said. For a moment, I questioned his actions, not because I was some sort of princess who needed him to open the passenger side, but because he confused me.
Then I figured out what he wanted, and I was so on board. “Okay,” I whispered.
I climbed up the seat, and he followed me into the Mobile Living Room. After he placed his butt behind the wheel, he closed the door. I kneeled next to him and leaned into his body, and conversation ceased.
Immediately, Tate’s mouth seared mine, kissing me with a hunger that took my breath away. He started to press me backward into the passenger side of the bench seat, my legs splaying on either side of his waist so he was almost on top of me, until I pushed him back on his shoulders. He went upright in his seat rather willingly, although there was a grumble of protest in the back of his throat that did things to me.
I loved the grumble, and I loved that he did what I asked.
I loved that he wanted me and that I could trust him.
I loved that I could have him now. While we’d been orbiting around each other for years, and I didn’t want to look desperate, I still wanted madly to throw myself at him.
When else was I going to get the chance?
So, here goes nothing.
With one hand on each of his shoulders, I crawled into his lap to straddle him, and my ass made the horn honk. “Oh, shit,” he cursed. We both ducked instinctively, then giggled into each other, collapsing into each other’s arms with laughter.
Our noses brushed together, and we giggled, holding each other.
I loved that we could laugh together, even now. Even while exploring being together as more than friends. Even when we were both nervous and out of our leagues. Even though this was new.
Because we could support each other. Because we were made for each other. Because he was, quite simply, mine.
I straddled him as we kissed. He made a low noise in the back of his throat because now we had some friction between us. His hard boy parts filled the space against my damp girl parts, and you bet I liked the way it felt. My shorts weren’t thick, and I could feel his bulge, and it felt better than anything Cosmo ever told me.
Dry humping for the win.
“If you keep rubbing like that, I’m going to come in my pants,” he warned.
“Sorry.” I stiffened my shoulders and pulled back. “I don’t. I haven’t—”
He cut me off. “It’s new for me too. Don’t worry.” His hand held my lower back toward him, and his voice was sexy deep. “And it’s fine, but I wanted you to know what you’re doing to me. Also, the zipper hurts,” he admitted, adjusting himself beneath me.
“Sorry,” I said again.
“Don’t be.” He sighed, having moved his dick. “That’s better.”
I reached a tentative hand down and stroked him through his jeans, and he grunted so loudly I thought I did something wrong.
“Audrey,” he said, his tone reverent, his hands framing my face. “You’re beautiful. You really are my everything.”
This guy. “I am?”
He nodded. “You have been for a long time.”
“It’s been that way for me too,” I acknowledged, and felt the soft skin under his T-shirt where I held him at his waist. I was dying to see him up close with his shirt off, because I knew from pool parties that it would be delectable. Very delectable.
Tate kissed me a bit rougher than before, and I gave it back to him just the same, free from the friend-zone restrictions we had before. But still it wasn’t enough. I had to explore him, and I needed him to do the same to me. As far as I could tell, he wanted the same thing.
He tugged on a tendril of my hair. “I love your hair.” He gestured down my body. “And fuck. You’re so hot.”
“You can touch me,” I whispered, “I mean you can touch my body. Anywhere. I want you to.” And he smiled like I gave him the best present ever. The look of wonder on his face made my heart soar.
“I want to,” he said. “But I don’t want to push you or hurt you—”
I shut him up with a kiss, grabbed one of his big hands, and cupped it over my clothes on my breast.
The tortured, hot noise he made drew a similar one out of me.
He squeezed gently, taking his time, but again, I didn’t want him to. So I took matters into my own hands, so to speak. I fell backward into the front seat, drawing him with me, and pulled up my striped sailor shirt past my chest so he could see my white lacy bra underneath. It was of the see-through variety. The kind where they airbrushed out the nipples on advertising images. In other words, it wasn’t a prudish bra.
Tate seemed to like it, based on his whispered, “Fuck.” He bent down and placed a kiss between my breasts. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he said in awe. “After all this time.” Kissed above my breast. “I’ve wanted you so damn much.”
Before I could do it, he tugged down the cup of my bra and sucked my nipple into his mouth, his warm tongue caressing me. I gasped at the touch, because I was super sensitive there.
“When I, um, take care of myself, I always play with my nipples.” I blurted out somewhat stupidly, but it wasn’t like we had any more secrets between each other.
Well, maybe we had one. But I’d talk to him about that. Later. Now was not the time.
He groaned loudly and lunged up to kiss me, his hand kneading my boob in a way I discovered I really liked—rough and tender at the same time.
“I only think of you,” he said, and that admission made me even more aroused. He kissed me again, with so much heat, and his hand started to make its way to the waist of my shorts.